sometimes when I'm waiting on a piece of news or a message back that matters to me in some big way, I become infested with a nervous energy that just can't sit still inside my normal routines and habits. Art is one place to pour it, I've learnt, but so is deciding NOT to just head home but instead to take a spontaneous turn, and another, and another, until I end up somewhere quite close to home but utterly unfamiliar, perhaps somewhere that I couldn't have imagined was just around the corner the whole time, and in that moment things feel bigger and more open, the future expands far out into the beyond, and my little moment of time finds its drop of peace.
And then I get back on my bike, and head back into my routines, the moment passes and the worry returns, but I ride off knowing that the significance of that expansive moment WILL echo into my actual future, and whatever that message says, I'll know I lived all the way through it
