Not Helpless

A helpless jelly poured into a mold. Henry James said that about human consciousness. Formless, expansive, receptive...we can wonder about ourself and the world, knowing the life that allows this wakefulness may end anytime.

I am quite certain that tomorrow on Thanksgiving Day in America I will encounter a colorful quivering mold of gelatin and I will be sure to be grateful for my own formlessness taking shape daily.