What problems to solve? We die, we die, we die, we die, we die, we die, we die, love.   Personal troubles: Think solving life's problems...

Dark hangs at the apex of the swing, holding, holding. Silence of the drop of dew, holding, holding. Petals gently shift, twist, hold….waiting. Green blade bends under her alitrunk and mandibles. Feathers shaken slightly as he sighs, his chest expands, and settles. He lifts his beak, throws back his head and cracks the dawn to his splitting laughter to break the still of dawn.

Sit with overwhelm. Take a breath and give one back, life's only request.

The year of the snake: Its egg swollen and obscured. Cracked from fall or birth?