Trust & Flow, Flap and Flutter

When is our pivot? What is our forward? How do we review?

In the midst of the quiet, the silence, the looming sense of unknown, how do you find your first syllable? Take a sip of water. Let if flow into you. What comes to the tip of your tongue? I too feel that tension. It comes from a place deep within, where you have not yet danced.

Am I to trust that in the fathoms I may find flow that fosters the feelings I did not ever know?

We will not return, that is certain. Is that enough certainty to sleep to help me sleep tonight? Will my dreams be of what reflects in the marauder's mirror? Will I resist the urge to hit submit? I hear a voice that says, don't cut the chord too soon. I sling the child in front of me and move. Just keep moving. Trust and flow, flap and flutter. Just keep moving.