I just saw a handwritten note from

Galileo. He was under house arrest

for believing we’re not the center of

everything. Now behind me, in the park,

a dozen beginners, of all ages, learning how

to juggle. We have to start somewhere. The

young man who’s so magical at this is asked

to instruct. He smiles, “You have to keep

trying. Just not the same thing.” Earlier,

I leaned over a letter from Lincoln to a

dead soldier’s mother. This, just weeks

after losing Susan’s mother, sweet

Eleanor. I keep saying her name to

strangers. You see, we all have to

juggle joy and sorrow. Not to do it

well- we always drop something- but

when the up and down of life are

leaving one hand and not yet landing

in the other, then we glow, like

a mystical molecule hovering between

birth and death, ready to kiss anything.

~Mark Nepo

when we tire of pasting our world together with tape and rusty hinges……then we get real…..

inquiry for today~   allow a rainy day fill you with sorrow and attention to all that you hold…….

that melancholy remembrance

There is a brokenness

out of which comes the unbroken,

a shatteredness

out of which blooms the unshatterable.

There is a sorrow beyond all grief

which leads to joy

and a fragility

out of whose depths emerges strength.

~Rashani Réa