The image of a spiral comes to mind as I open to the mystery of life's creation, right here as the feeling and movement of what is wanting to be shared slowly takes shape. This wanting is more like a beckoning that is prior to thought - the mysterious dimension that I can more easily dance than speak. There is an aligning 'with' and 'as' the movement itself, whereby remnants of myself as anything other than this un-named naked presence, dissolve in service to that which is em