After whooshing speedily down a waterfall, the stream right away takes up its slow meandering pace again. So goes nature and life. Something shifts, earthquakes happen, lightning strikes – and then we’re back to geologic time. The effects of a shake-up that occurs rapidly present themselves in time, with subtlety and choice of movement. Trust in nature’s way is paramount. Meanings and results and calculations cannot be made too soon. The moon still waxes and wanes, the trees pregnant with spring’s foliage still look bare, everything presents and arrives in its timing. I’ve felt pushed off a cliff recently, but now walk slowly at the level to which it relocated me; listening, waiting and following the tenderly unfolding path. Love and trust; love and trust; love and trust — these are the signposts that help me know where to place the foot next.