Doesn't it seem that most of us know that life on Earth isn't meant to be so hard, so mean and nasty? It feels to me that we're waiting for something to happen, something that will take us to a better place, wherever that is. Maybe we're already there. But we can't see it, we can't grasp it, not entirely, not yet anyway. We content ourselves by living more and more out of the box that we once found security in. It has to come to us at our own pace, this awakening. We answer to the inner call and we move, however great or minuscule our movements. It's possible that no matter what we do or don't do, it will happen, but who can sit back now? We watch, we act, we resist, we flow.