For giving up their seats to another patient pair.

A reverence to the original design and the awareness of the control panel only now warming up.

And the remembrance to steward what was placed within me.

And any ounce of healing energy they have to offer.

Anything but banal to whatever may befall à pied.

When you realize the things that scared you were manufacturered outside of you.

Of an extraordinary world-there isn’t a force on or off this fiery planet that can stop me from gifting it to those who seek.

Forever the student of the wild, the sojourner of life and of the spirit set free in every breath of nature…forever grateful for this gift.

And the possibilites after well over a dozens of runs to still feel our cup runneth over.

Like my tomato garden