I hear you talking…in your quiet way. Whispering of changes to come. Your voice is sure and direction clear. I feel what once was slipping away. And I am relieved. I am your servant. A dedicated follower to your wisdom.
This evening as I revel in the beauty of nearly two weeks under your care, I realized I do not miss the sugar. I am a zealot…focused and unwavering. Yet, I am grateful not to have to give up the sweetness life has to offer.
There, on my tongue, rests the remnants of a few drops of honey…raw honey. I wonder if the rest of the world knows its delicacy. Wonder if the rest of the world has let go of the mundane, jacked-up flavor of refined sugar and high fructose syrups enough to fall in love with the aliveness that comes straight from the hive….vibrant, alive. I may not be able to sleep for dancing in its ecstasy.