The Window Seat
Future comes when it comes. Future comes when it comes. Future comes when it comes. Future comes when it comes. Future comes when it comes. Detaching from the future making my way into now while my claws are tightly on the future I desire the future I fear the future I worry about the grip of the now is pulling me back softly but strongly to the present moment I’m sitting in small shift in my mind breaks the tie between the two and lets the now bring me back to the present where I’m safe. I can see the future slipping away, drifting further and further from me to where it’s supposed to be and I‘m being pulled back to my anchor settled into a seat shaped like a wooden hand and it’s softer than the clouds but more grounded than my healing place up in the sky. Roots and branches and leaves start hugging me down hugging me back hugging me around. I can feel them wrapping around my earthly body so loving and so soft grounding my mind back to the now. “Future comes when it comes” ...