What if the world is holding its breath - waiting for you to take the place that only you can fill?
Inside everyone is a great shout of joy waiting to be born.
Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into the conversation. The kettle is singing even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots have left their arrogant aloofness and seen the good in you at last. All the birds and creatures of the world are unutterably themselves. Everything is waiting for you.
