In all things, I find myself wanting to move towards wholeness. I find myself wanting to make two opposites fit together and tie them up with a pretty little bow. (I am rarely satiated in this respect). In this conversation, opulence is the pretty little bow.

Even when I complete a journey, a new one begins. Once I've climbed to the top of the ladder, the bottom rung of a new one appears. The only arriving I can really do is continually arriving in the present moment.

I just need to be with the colors, shapes, sounds of right now. The rest will work itself out.

Show me your joy, your grief, your heavy sighs, and your deepening smile lines

Grip lightly. This life is ours to experience but not ours to own. Keep your palms open to receive new blessings.