We think life is so linear, a walk along the line that leads to a dark end. Nothingness. Or Somethingness. Still, the end. Where is the circle, the cycle of living? Like the moon and the seasons. Get up, walk away. Get swallowed by the day, eaten by the man-made rules. Opinions of others. Chewed up by systems. Because that is what we do. We go on as we always have. Easily digestible. Acceptable. Let’s not upset anyone. Be the peacemaker. Stay bland. The follower of the one at the beginning of the line. Who is that? Who is in charge up there? Still, we walk along the line that leads to a dark end. The unknown. Have we been good enough? Did we say the right words? Get up, look away. Get swallowed by fear, eaten by shame. Societal standards. Chewed up by family lines. Can you dare to open your eyes? To sit and look, willing to try. Free from distractions, amazing what we could find! A sickle in hand, cutting the weeds of limits and delusions. We no longer walk a line that leads to a dark end. Instead, dancing a circle where the end begins again. Feet in the soil, finding nurture in the dark. Spicy, chaotic, and beautiful. Moving from the heart.
Nurse on the Go 