This nest, is something we build on our own to give us permission to explore, and then question. We go back to our little nest, and add a bit more certainty because the dinner was great, and the party lasted longer than we thought, and someone smiled at you in a special way, and then it rained.

Some thing happened last week; that chloroformed into a mirage, of the past persons I inhabited, use to manage and direct with more certainty only because I believed I had a lot of time,,, endless time.