. . . We are the naturally unnatural the animal that wanders seeking, finding, touching, deepening getting lost in our own pondering We are the imaginative creators founders, makers of our longings of our answers, truths and problems of our never-ending wonders We are the individual universal the unified collection breaking, mending, caring, filling always looking for connection We are the sleeping sunbeams the dust particles that settled the passive that need be r

A gentle plea to awaken, wonder and explore The clocks call yet another day. Our beds are warm and our pillows soft. Oblivion is the comfort of the sleeping. The deep, dark depths where nothing remarkable happens. The soft, safe weight of blankets pressing down on upon our bodies. Eyes slowly blink open, then close again. The incoming light is a little too bright, still. Just five more minutes. But you know as well as I that five turns into ten and ten turns into five to twel