Bumbling and Bubbling

(Written January 3rd)

Anticipation is a funny thing. For me, it's caught somewhere between the good and the bad of it. It catches my breath and holds it...pumps my heart just a touch faster...kind of causes a tremor of a sensation to bubble up from my toes to my head. And my head...it does a number on my poor head...

And it seems that, no matter the object of such anticipation...the reaction remains the same.

But what about right now? What about this moment? How much do I, while in my anticipatory glaze, glaze right over? And is there a balance to be found...dancing between peace, patience, and purpose?

As my thoughts bumble around within me, I attempt to sit still. And everything does sit still, with the exception of my feet and my heart...they have a way of never being stilled...a mind of their own, you could say.

So, what do I do now? Dance, I suppose...