And who will care, who will chide you if you wander away from wherever you are, to look for your soul?
Who do you want to be in your one wild and precious life?
To find a new word that is accurate and different, you have to be alert for it.
So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination, or the harbor of your longing, and put your lips to the world. And live your life.
Be good-natured and untidy in your exuberance.
For some things there are no wrong seasons. Which is what I dream of for me.