one day

There is a bird and a stone

in your body. Your job is not

to kill the bird with the stone.

Some of us are only made

of nerve endings. At night,

we light up like radium.

One day you will wake up

beating. One day you will

wake up winged.

Let me tell you a story

about hope- it always starts

and ends with birds.

~Victoria Chang

missing all the things that matter…

inquiry for today~ why is it so hard to trust our process?

making everything meaningful…

I want everything quiet and simple.

For me, walking barefoot, sitting still, reading, listening to stories

and now and then telling some myself.

Drinking coffee, listening to music, longing to create,

but with patience and many insights.

~Rainer Maria Rilke

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