Fluid Dynamics in Life

Today is Epiphany- the last of the 12 days of Christmas, and with that I place one of my favorite holiday songs (though its relevance to Christmas may be limited).

I wanted desperately to have something to say; fluidity does not always come easy.
I am often peculiar, but only because I make it a point to be so for the duration of daylight.
At home I am more bland, like a slice of Sunbeam bread, which may, or may not, be attributed to my being a precisionist (a more acceptable and less debilitating method of OCD). The things that I do-the way I walk, speak, write- must all perform as a stream, or river, or the wind. As I seek gracefulness in the world, so too do I place a special importance on its' elegant and purposeful placement within the things over which I have control. Motion into motion with and from the motion of the world. It is the harmony of a song: giving direction and support in a perfect blend, much like the coffee I drink.
Currently I am working on an essay, Shadows and Faith. I frequently wonder if I shall ever find the words to complete it. Perhaps I did dare a modest amount more than I am capable of supporting. But fluidity is the key. What you say, at least these days, is, at best, as important as how you say it (Oh great misfortune!).