Unwritten

I am unwritten
Can’t read my mind
I’m undefined
I’m just beginning
The pen’s in my hand
Ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else

can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten...

Listen.

On this Day, Not Just Hope...

..but the seeds of transformation are taking root as we turn a page in history and stare down a fresh, blank piece of paper.

We all know the creative process: the hesitancy, the expectancy, the vastness of possibility, the listening inside for directive, the waiting for inspiration...

...and then, surely, it comes, and we begin to fill the page with our intent-filled actions.

Yet to transform our people, our nation, our collective future....such a big need and an even bigger possibility awaits us.

What an amazing day. What an amazing blank page to be staring at collectively.

Blessings to us all as we grow and transform together.

May we create great things.

Onward and upward!