As I muddle through the matrix to find my way whence I came... I am watching people move by and interact. We are all fumbling along trying to figure out what to do next . As I sit and observe I get a glimpse into the space of the flow. I am not who I think I am and I am not who I want to be. Any slight touch on an Identity the flow slips through without me. To be aware of the movement, the energetic tides, the rumbling of space and time crashing together. To feel into the fluidity that forms when moving through the matrix. It reminds me of the tessel flower near Tilly's caravan. it is prickly and intimidating but if you run your fingers along it in the right direction it is as soft as satin. 💜

It is so interesting the fine line between flow and convenience. I dont know it until I touch it.