It Starts With Taking a Bite

I finished off the pint of B&J's Phish Food last night. Unplanned, but satisfactory.  But emotion still riles me.  My stomach is a thunderstorm. I imagine it looks like the Death Star trash compactor, complete with hidden serpent and Luke screaming "3PO!" And the walls are closing in... I am whirling mentally, but I'm also aware, steadfast, and capable. When the waves come, I soon remember that I know how to swim, that I can surf, dive, and tread lightly. These are dark and powerful waters, and the tumult can dizzy and disorient, but I find the surface, and gape my lungs for replenishing sustenance, and clutch the warm spark of resolve in my heart. I am patient for justice. I am patient for love. I dine at this abundant banquet afforded those of grace. I am a warrior, but not whom must slay all dragons and attain the unquestioned throne of divine authority. I am David's slingshot. I am a drop of rain that plummets to the ground with countless others to quell a raging blaze. I do not work alone. But I do work. And my ripple is transformative and compounding. And these elements combine, join hands and hearts, and set entire continents in motion.