In the labyrinth right now, there are muddy tracks from when I was walking in the dark and through the mud puddles. I love those tracks and am distracted by them at the same time. My perfectionist self wants those tracks to be flattened out. My wild, chaotic side loves the messiness, and there’s a whole other part of me that likes the evidence of devotion that those tracks provide.
It’s funny. There’s more to say and nothing more to say. So, today, I am choosing brevity.
Wildness of Heart.