Sometimes, when things

break, life begins. It still hurts.

But when the egg cracks, the

chick is born. When the dam

breaks, the fields finally grow.

And when the heart breaks, the

angels asleep for a hundred years

unfurl their wings and flutter

behind our eyes, letting us see

everything like Adam or Eve,

again. Then, miracle is not a

place we long for, but a blood

that brings us alive.

~Mark Nepo

can’t wait to hear the rain…..

inquiry for today~ this is another way in…..

when you see the day anew……

In this moment

there is always freedom and there is always peace.

~Adyashanti