I'm on this winding path, and I can't yet see where I'm heading. All I can do is trust the signs along the way that I am on the right track. Little serendipities, like nods from the Universe, are the breadcrumbs into the forest. I can almost feel the shape and edges of it. Creativity is the foundation, service is the purpose, desire is the instrument, the body is the vehicle. I've got packed in my bag the wisdom from everything before, and space for all the hopes of tomorrow. My heart is full, yet theres room to expand. So much to learn and experience and grow into. All that I am. All that I want. All that I am meant to be.