The Hub of the Wheel

Today I exist at the hub of the wheel. I am surrounded, on all sides, and part of me pushes, pushes, pushes — please, just give me some space, some time, some quiet, some peace. And part of me feels more centered than surrounded, and still there is a sorrow. Oh how I yearn to connect. I imagine sitting down, facing outward toward all the “gifts” that surround me. Facing just one, opening it, savoring it. But there are so many more! I tell myself there are too many. That I can’t do it.