All weekend I was saying the wrong thing.

I don’t have it.

Instead, I am saying the right thing.

I do have it.

I don’t have less to give.

I have more of it.

The moral of the story is, nothing has changed.

Everything in me, is in its proper place.

A walk through the woods

To understand the complexity of nature

To see its many paths

I find nature at its most calm

Birds chirping

Rain falling from leaves

In a moment of reflection

The soul finds…

Itself.