I hear voices. Voices from a tv. I walk the house trying to see if someone is up. No one is. Just my imagination.

Still hearing the voices. I get up. Nothing. It must be the combination of the sprinklers and the sound machine playing tricks on me.

Water.

I am, I am, I am.

I listen to the replay and, once again, find myself back in the auditorium. She is indeed giving a sermon; you can tell by the way she talks that she is a preacher’s daughter.

“Let this moment radicalize you.” - Devita Davidson

“Clarity only matters if we put it into action.” - Therese Nelson

I stare up at the clear blue sky. I hear everything: the hummingbird’s hum, the buzz of those giant black bees, the neighbor’s theatrical sneezes. I hear it all and I feel it all.

The dread is real and telling. What would it require to shift?

“So much of the satisfying work of life begins as an experiment; having learned, no experiment is ever quite a failure.” - Alice Walker