When was the last time you stood still? For a moment, a minute, an hour?

I just stood on a hill, engulfed in mist. I released the chill on my arms, the rage in my bones, the quiet in my breath. I saw a friend drive away in frustration. I saw the deer cross a street plagued with buses and other fast moving predators. I saw the sky glow orange like a rabid furby.

I’m trying to find the balance between compassion, separation, ego.

English, like a badly trained puppy, still hasn’t learned to do any of the tricks I want from it.