the passing of yet another year reminds me of all that i've accomplished, all i've left undone and all i've yet to do.
how does one find the balance between everyday chores and an overflowing bucket list that seems to grow longer then the years i likely have left?
seeking wisdom on such matters is both comforting and disturbing, much like life itself.
but i continue to seek and marvel in the wonder of it all.
simplicity brings me comfort and i find myself seeking the simplicity of Native Peoples stories, for finding harmony & truths within storytelling seems to be an art They have mastered.
what better way to dance through life than on the wings of those who wrap their Spirits around all that "is"?