Here we go May.
The chill is hanging on for another day or two, then the frost and snow will give way.
Give way.
Seems a reasonable sentiment for the moment.
Give way.
Allow in that which seems to ask to be invited.
Try the new thing that seems scarier now, because it is scarier now. An oxymoron of age: that somehow we think we should find more bravery with age, but with age comes time upon time of mistake and mishap that builds a wall of safety from exploring the new and unknown.
Or maybe that it perplexes our weary mind that there is still so much we don’t know and may never know.
On the plus side, giving way, is that the immensity of our world is just that - immensity. An expanse unobtainable to have all knowledge of.
What does this knowledge gain us?
On this walkabout it was the knowledge to give way.
Give way to what is brewing and bubbling to the surface yet again to explore and explore further than the thought that keeps asking to be let into existence.
A step into making that which is imagined, reality.
Give way.
To change.
To uncomfortable.
To awkward.
To finding sure footing again in a new form.