There is no in between here, just the stark contrast of green and blue. The place where we can nourish ourselves, or let the earth nourish us. We can’t turn back the hands of time, but we can still climb higher and find who or what awaits us at the peak of these unknown mountains. We can’t take it with us, but we can remember and we can dream it back into life and time travel to that space- for a little bit. Eventually we have to let go. What we feel takes us higher, plummets us even deeper in the opposite. And if we always have to check that we have a back-up parachute, is that real? Is that you being able to really be yourself? Always having to check for that glowing, benevolently red Exit sign near by, just in case. That’s no way to love. How can we be, if we’re always guarded and making sure we can handle the chaos on our own. Why have those kinds of people around us, within our field of love and vulnerability. Maybe that’s our lesson that it’s not meant to evolve past our dreams into the waking-ness of everyday.