Life. This is it. What “now” looks like. Finding God right here. Higher ground, right here. All the light I’ll ever need, right here too. Breathing in then out again. And writing about it. AS IF anybody cares. I care. And that’s all that needs to matter in this here little life of mine, sitting perched upon this stool of mine. This IS the job I agreed upon – to show up and write things down so that you may be free to show up in your life as you agreed upon before you came here.