The gardner does.
The flower receives.
The birdwatcher observes.
You might be called to one from deep in your gut, or the universe, or God. Or you might find comfort and balance in shifting between.
Maybe you started out as one, but that was then, and this is now. Just look at how much life has happened since then. You could never be that again. So now you’re another.
That’s OK. You’re no robot. You’re a human. You are the journey.
Whichever you are, or rather, whenever you are, be a good one.
