It’s everywhere recently. This push and pulse to move. Move faster, move across, up and over, just move. Is it the spring? The earth shaking lose its life and willing its self back in to motion? Is it just this strange collective unconscious that is the closest thing to god I will ever believe in.

This motion is violent, and the fractal nature of how it is appearing in my life is staggering. Bombs, and running, and buds, and changes of address… I am an exposed nerve, worn down by the friction of all this movement.

I see no end in sight. No stillness, nothing settled. And to me , this current motion is no life to lead, but…is motion life? Stillness is death is ending, motion is living and beginnings and breath.

But still, I would like a few moments between the rushing to be unmoved.