Jetlagged by her journey through time, nevertheless she knew she was on her way home, to where time and timelessness converged in a red ball that was infinite in its knowing and equally so in its desire to be known. Life, in its infinite wisdom, had led her around the world and back again to the only thing her heart knew it knew for sure.
Neither the moon or sun nor all the stars that shine could hold her back from being awake and belonging fully to the here and now. Love was the fuel and it would lead her on from here.
What is your essential story of life? What is alive in you?