A narrative spun, a web created. Tangles to cut through. A start and an end to form.

The ones who are crazy enough to think they can are the ones who do. Those who ask receive. Belief comes before ability.

Rest for the soul. Rest for the heart. Rest for the mind.

Through fields, across streams Earth unfolds her mystery You’d think it a dream

What to keep and what to not. There’s probably rules that I forgot. Regardless, it’s something I’m being taught.