I thought I was the ride.
Or the props.
Or the flaming script I kept trying to fix—
while walking in loops with a VR headset and a bag of emotional granola.
Turns out?
I’m none of it.
I’m on a Disney World Ride
I’m the Field inside the boat,
watching It’s a Small World on loop,
with Jesus riding shotgun,
a bullhorn in one hand,
and a flaky wisdom bun in the other.
Snark is now sacrament.
Stillness is the seat.
And my ankle?
Just God whispering:
“Sit down, child. The curtain’s not even real.”
I no longer need to unwind all the false.
I just need to stop believing it’s me.
Therein lies the peace of the All in All.
And that’s how I woke up inside a biscuit while on a Disney World Ride.