a contemplative poem about needing time and giving ourselves permission to sit with our thoughts and letting them move in the direction and pace they need in order to provide clarity and peace. Forcing our thoughts to take a particular direction to solve something may limit our perspective on a situation.

From the contemplative poem "A Pour Decision"...so my options are to grab a glass and cheer to continuing as before, or with reverence and intent, pour the golden liquid down the sink...