Wrapped around my filling lungs, a tapestry of sensation for my empty mind, IS the experience of life in all it's glory, agony, beauty, complexity, fractal symmetry.  I merely have to experience Now, authentically and in its fullness, to feel the grace of gratitude.

Thank you, Life, for giving me something to BE WITHIN.

That which my Mother calls Faith; that which Arjuna considers submission; that which the Anonymous call "Letting Go and Letting God."

So often I sit in my heated basement, working all night on an Essay, with food in my belly and good Wine at my fingertips, cursing at my past because I'm insecure about my future.

I could not be happier with who I am, where I've been, what I've been through, the lessons I've learned, the wisdom I've remembered, the people I've interacted with, or the goals I've set for myself.

I still work through the night in a fear-of-failure attitude, despite the prosperity of Now.  I could not have put in motion the myriad of events that brought me to this Now, and the most difficult thing I face is the fact I will never gain any greater control over the myriad of events taking me into a future moment.