On the verge? In the breech? On the cusp of some significant movement? Or is it simply a 'slow becoming?' So slow, its almost imperceptible?

Anniversary of the Normandy Invasion, D-Day. Dutch Reagan has died.

Gorbachav, Thatcher, the Pope all old now, old then, still alive. Reagan's voice on the radio, opens doors to another time, doors to another self.

Opinions, thoughts, fluid and changing. Want to honor the 'good', the 'god of my heart.' To live with love. This is the way to change myself, change the world, but also to anchor the spirit.

The calm, unchanging center of clarity, in order to see and appreciate the constant, changing chaos of the world. Not to act/react from fear or hate, to move only with love and a pragmatic, realistic optimism. Always dancing in the light.