life is unpredictable.
One of my biggest delusions is that I should abide in comfort, permanently.
One of my greatest anguishes is that I cannot.
This feeling seems universally human.
My husband and I just spent a week realigning our next few steps with the meditation that things will shift, even from those plans, continuously.
I’ve always had the image of a river in my life, an image of being poured into, so that I can be poured out.
Empty, and full.
I’ve never really dwelled on movement.
But that’s where life thrives…in the constant shift, regardless of the water’s depth or flux.
May I learn to be like the water in the river: malleable and uninjured with what lies beside it, beneath it, or below.
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