the widest measure

In the time it has taken me to post here we've been on grand family adventures. A swift cross-country move, a distant house in Minnesota with frozen pipes, long commutes across New Mexico--all a result of this thing, the yes that I keep holding to. A few times in these months I've wondered if I really had it, Is this Yes really mine? It is the stretching of the spirit, the truth of human emotional flexibility. We can go where the wind goes, where the roots of a tree grow. I hold fast to this. Challenge me if you will. There isn't anything we can't say yes to. For the love of yes, find a way to align unconditionally with each and every thing.