It doesn’t matter how we arrive,
just that we do. Tolstoy wrote thirteen
drafts of the first chapter of War and
Peace. He kept circling what matters
like a hawk sensing something
and then there is a call to healing….
inquiry for today~ may you sense your own completeness….
You cannot save anyone. You can be present with them, offer your groundedness, your sanity, your peace.
You can even share your path with them, offer your perspective. But you cannot take away their pain.
You cannot walk their path for them. You cannot give answers that are right for them,
or even answers they can digest right now. They will have to find their own answers.