Sometimes, at the beginning of a week, I find that my attention and thoughts are focused in a beautiful place, like a forest of trees. Living in that forest is normal, and possibilities are paths through them.
In this forest, you don’t have to walk the paths, and if you choose to, you don’t do it for any purpose. You do it because you want to walk the path. The passage and exploration are more important than the journey’s end.
And, oh, how I hate pulling myself out of this forest.