Everything is happening at the speed. Time has been completely disfigured, straying from preconceived notions about it. As the moments weigh heavier, the sound gets more sound. Our collection is exposed to a massive swirling of energies, with all of these just-so-happenings. It’s the same as its always been, yet different. We’re equal parts connected and distant. Where are the access points?

The pregnant ladies are having babies. Those who appreciate the onslaught of winter are in jovial spirits. I tend to appreciate the fall-winter combination, as I love being bundled up. I also feel super connected to Mother Earth in the fall and winter. It’s all-around more quiet, because less people are outside. There’s more of an opportunity to hear the distant owl amidst the stillness. The planes all twirl about odd angles.

There are so many eyes in this world. Some easier to look into than others. Maybe we all have the same eye at the root of all this vision. That one eye sees so much at all times. Sometimes it makes things difficult to truly see. Seeing is believing, or believing is seeing? Or both. There are also many questions.

It’s worth asking, if only to pass “time.”

I write this post in my Mom’s office-nook. A colorful, floral lamp and an awkward family photos calendar hang out in unison. There is also an Irish blessing that hangs about the computer. It has been hanging up around my different familial abodes since I can remember.

“May the road rise to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, the rain fall soft upon your fields. And, until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of his hand. Amen.”