I find I'm not as open and free as I'd like to be...

I'm still very much guarded...

Seeing the impermanence of connections via mother duck and duckling reminds me of my own fears...

Perhaps I genuinely felt pain for the mother duck, because I could relate firsthand...

I find it difficult to sit still...  I find it difficult to trust in the unfolding...

What's around the next bend?  Do I have to close my eyes in order to see?