You're floating down a stream, sometimes for a while you're caught under a stick that's resting on rocks by the bank but you trust the current to free you eventually. Sometimes a little bug will rest on you for a moment. You hear birds above you. Usually you feel the shade of the brush on the banks but every so often you warm in the sun. You are not impatient, you are not longing, but you know that one day you will decay and become part of the river, feeding the reeds and the little fish, something greater than the sum of your parts.

Washington state Puget sound Planning for Morigirl meet up!