
To be 58—soon to be 59—and awake at 2 AM with bursts of the soul glimmering through is a wonderful thing. Alive. Full of appreciation and the joy of life. Sitting with goodness instead of the traffic of darkness, numbness, and the hollow “I’m fine.”
Discovering there’s more of the show to come, as giddiness stirs from lifetimes ago. What a trip life is. It couldn’t unfold any other way—the unpacking, the spiraling within, the ever-unfolding self.
Grateful,
Dwight 🦋

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