|Horse sitting duties while the sun sets and the moon rises|
Life is rolling through the rolodex and I am realizing that there is nothing more meaningful to me than the Divine. It is still odd since in a way, I am even "losing my western world." It is all more like being at a picnic having fun, but the truth lies underneath. I am going to have to play the game in some aspect and that disturbs me. I know that I can play the game with love, compassion, sincerity, authenticity, and truth, but it isn't enough somehow. There is some form of melancholy even though everything is wonderful. I know there is nothing to grab onto, look to fill the emptiness, or search for any longer, but my life isn't over. Yes, I have gratitude, but feeling like a foreigner in the land of humans. The people who really understand are getting smaller in number. Maybe I am hoping to share it in some way, but the connection is so internal.