Time

Impossible, I think, that two weeks have passed since I journeyed up the coast for a respite.  How quickly the days have unfolded since my return.  Busy, yet peaceful.  Productive personally and professionally.  Scripts read, meetings taken, yoga practiced, tasks completed, meals consumed with friends.  Clocked mother nature's mood swings.  Unnerved by Monkey's altered personality, and week of anorexia.  I head calmly into the unknown, move forward consciously with curiosity rather than concern.  If I do trip into worry, I quickly regain my footing, not having the energy to expend on stewing.  I surrender to the cliches:  time will tell, what will be will be, the right thing will happen.