We all have our days.

Some of those days, the sun rises not and all is darkness. Other people move as shadows across blurry vision, with barely a ripple in the consciousness. Time stands still.

Other times, all is light. Nothing is impossible and life is glorious. Flow and rhythm come naturally, and the day unfolds like beautiful poetry.

Stuff happens in between all that. Failure, success, beauty and suffering and everything else mixed up in a bucket dumped over the head, or pumped through a firehose, or just dripping interminably like molasses…

One person’s crazy is another’s perfectly normal perceptual universe. To become well-adjusted is to find ways of using one’s madness to advantage. Make a virtue of necessity, and build your own road where others see no way forward.

Blessed be.