It feels as though I am putting on an orchestra, but instead of instrument sections I am waving and pulling at words, and emails. I'm following the invisible thread of phone calls and names, time differences and flight information and tying them to dates. I've been dreaming in black and white, and waking suddenly to a remembering of an unfinished thought from two days ago. I make a lot of lists.
And somehow, everyday a little magic happens. Someone will call, an email will be returned, a package arrives, and the music continues. I keep coming back to this "The Bigger Picture", because this is the closest that I can explain to what I am doing, what I am glimpsing, and the magic. It seems it truly is Bigger than me.