April was just beginning, and after the warm spring day it turned cooler, slightly frosty, and a breath of spring could be felt in the soft, cold air. The road from the convent to town was sandy, they had to go at a walking pace; and on both sides of the carriage, in the bright, still moonlight, pilgrims trudged over the sand. And everyone was silent, deep in thought, everything around was welcoming, young, so near— the trees, the sky, even the moon—and one wanted to think it would always be so.
~Anton Chekov
from the center of sky down to the heart of suffering….
inquiry for today~ this is your time to shift your capacity to lean in….
Now, more than ever,
smiles and laughter
are precious.
~Charmeuse
