The question that confuses me more every time it is asked: "How are you?"
I don't know. That is a big question. Always has been, and has become bigger.
Using what is true right now, I answer: The coffee this morning in the sun fed me. I am reading more, the me that needs stories enjoys that. I am not meditating, the story-hoarder-me is working overtime.
I ask questions to hear other's stories:
What are you learning? What are you unlearning?
How is your heart?