I sat up in my bed and stared into my closet, a habit of its own. Feeling sick from the clutter, I sat with the feeling and turned it into something new.
I walked out to the pond and brought a book, listening for birds and wise teachers, taking my time, reading about freedom and the like.
I stood in silence repeating a mantra, drawing momentum and a picture of home.
I ran to the city with all I'd learned, talking to strangers, telling stories.
Good for a new life, good life. This right here...