I awaken to the sound of a bird knocking on my door. It’s cold. She’d like to come in where it’s warm. I greet her and let her know that’s not going to happen. I’ll leave a snack for her though.
Out my back door, the river is glistening in the dawn’s light. I’ve learned it once had another name, and flowed in a different direction. Still, it flowed. It brought transportation, and opportunity for survival. This is how the area became settled.
What waters help you survive? How well do you flow, regardless of name or direction? Ki to Happiness feeds those that flock near.