Today your breath may move a certain way, keeping your blood moving, the pain at bay Today is your day. Be filled with wonder. Not Why, How, or Who. Only worry about you. What you can do. Keep moving. Living. Being your best.
She would rather not be told what she should or shouldn’t do. Her ears can’t translate the hate-speak of today. Her’s is a language of the wind in the trees, the babbling brooks, the rushing rivers, a crackling fire, and the calling of the Raven.