I live my life in big, sweeping circles, overlapping at random, which, if seen from above, might resemble a chaotic and illogical vin diagram or the sporadic results of a Spirograph. The metaphor can be applied broadly, but in some ways it’s not a metaphor at all. Constantly moving, I quite literally circle no less than 6 southern states, over, and over, and over.
It’s a beautiful dance.
It’s some strange grace to live life this way.
Of course, in my humanness, I get caught up in the anxiety and the myopia of each day, but upon stepping back and surveying the vista of my existence, I can muster only one, bell-clear response: profound and absolute gratitude.
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