money sounds

It's funny what those little surprises in life can do to you. Something completely unexpected turning you upside down, or snapping you out of a funk that would have slowly suffocated you completely. Here's to the slap across the face of perfect refreshment. Even when it's something you would have never thought could be possible, or poignant, or perfect in essence and timing.

And how strange we are when we change. Who do we see?

I just love this tangled jumble of connections we dance around in. And cranking the rusty gears of all sorts that are left to fall into disrepair. Initial resistance, but then wonderful motion, sweet soreness of ripening, development, reawakening, pressing on out of inactivity, and back to clockwork again as if no change had ever happened.

Fluctuance.
The ebb and flow of all natural rhythms, as they are changing and you can sense the ability to acknowledge the rates and frequencies, aware of how you trail in the wake of all things.

But that shot out of the dark still does not derail you. It, in fact, even keeps you moving on the proper path... so far as you can understand. As, no matter how hard you try, you cannot and will not ever truly peer around the corner or bend, take note of the other end of the tunnel; above the surface of the dark pool.

And whoever was it that you were... no matter. Just another pupa en route to thy self.



and the birds sing and twitter as you fall asleep.



L

currently listening:
'snowy atlas mountains' - fionn regan
'pittsfield' - sufjan stevens
'little boxes' - malvina reynolds