When things are heavy, I tend to walk and walk and walk. Eventually, instead of being lost in thought, I am lost in feeling.

On lucky days, I get a little glimmer of knowing. And once in a blue moon, to bring the point home, there’s an added spark, like the two angel wing shells that washed up at my feet last week, one right after the other. 

Friends, there’s a quiet that sits beyond the buzzing.

From there, we can see clearly

and breathe deeply

and act from love over fear.