Wide open hearts, creativity in flow, feeling everything it seems, and still attempting to recognize boundary. Overwhelm feels so abundant, my wild tender beauty in bloom even as the emotions drop like dew into a vast somatic ocean, who knew, there is so much water. Abundant acceptance of a past littered with the unrecycled stories of goodness, skillfulness, grace, confidence, courage and elegance. Spray paint love notes on those polished, etched and maintained walls of regret, shame, neglect, hardship. Abundance, opportunities overflowing and growing, at times like the air, breathing in, at times as if undersea, holding, it feels like abundance that I can both hold and release.