This theory, concept, thought, idea, mind, ego, wall, barrier, cant do that, shouldnt, have no business, dont know, cant see, wish I was anywhere else, failure, less than, idiot, someone’s hand grasping, dead weight, holding on, pulling me under like a drowning man and I’m dead. Shit. That’s some planet, some gigantic intergalactic cantankerous collection of garbage, sucubous, like an ancient entity, devised to seek and destroy; the Undertoad. Sucking the dead terrain out of me, bringing it alive. One big cosmic asshole. Let go. Loosen the grip, one finger at a time and the Undertoad blinking dust from its mouth, mis-appears. Just like that. One breath, one release. Cria, awakening, grace, relief, holding space for ‘wonderful, wonderful, wonderful me’ naming something I like, naming and claiming again and again until the room, my heart, my eyes, realize (real eyes) joy. That’s the practice, the enticement, the charm, creation of: Life. Faith. Love.