We are stepping into a new chapter. There are no clear lines. Leaves fall when they want to, as long as it is in a prescribed zone. Ode to scribe conquests. Spreading now module. It is a new direction with strangers and friends repositioning themselves on the float. It's the conductor changing the direction of the parade route. I've wrestled loose a tentacle or two and they are now making contact with new handles and are pulling on different levers. What is going to unfold? We don't know. But there is hope. All change is stuffed with creamy hope and hot anticipation. It's about aligning your gift sets with some objective will, God's will if you will. And you will. It's about working with the right corresponding pieces and avoiding ditch diggers and disillusioned nieces. It's about rhyming only when it makes sense. And about stepping through the resistance curtain with confidence and good cheer.