sometimes a “in real life” moment
… or hour or two spent in a coffeeshop …
is all you need to remember a lightness of being.
and that this crooked little path you walk,
is in fact,
the place you are supposed to be.

falling up

i tripped on my shoelace
and i fell up to the roof tops,
up over the town,
up past the tree tops,
up over the mountains,
up where the colors blend into the sounds.
~ shel silverstein