Move slow

Trust your night eyes

Unasked-for advice

spouted from rooftops.

Shoulds. Woulds. Coulds.

Seeking relief from pain

and suffering -

I stumble around in

the dark.

Stubbed toes on coffee

tables.

Banged knees on arms of

chairs.

Twisted ankles on toys of

kids and dogs. But,

maybe I put those

there?

I met a shape-shifting time-

bender in Ecuador once. Courier

of sacred ways. Keeper of fire to

light the way.

In a whispered tone,

almost conspiratorial,

he said,

“Move slow. Trust your night eyes.”

I was a mess, but

that’s been helpful

advice.

If we’re open to it, we meet those we need to meet along the way. Thank you, Aimee.

Keep up the good work everyone!

Much love and gratitude,

~Matt