“Everything feels too big,” said Rabbit. “Too scary. Too much.”

“I know,” said Bear. “It is big. And scary. And a lot.”

“I don’t even know where to look. There’s so much noise,

and I feel like the important things are getting buried under it,” said Rabbit.

“That’s on purpose,” said Bear. “If you’re tired, afraid,

and overwhelmed, you’re easier to control.”

“So what do we do?” asked Rabbit.

“We rest when we need to, so we can think clearly.

We pay attention to what they want us to ignore.

We help where we can, in ways that matter.

And we hold onto each other,” replied Bear.

“That doesn’t feel like enough,” said Rabbit.

“I understand,” said Bear. “But it is how we keep going.”

~Julian Gough

may I lean into all the goodness…

inquiry for today~ what is it like to keep going for you?

forgiveness from here…

The task now is to slow down enough and be present enough to enter each moment that calls. For each enlivened instant—the sudden light on a crow’s beak as it pecks the ground, or the shadow that covers the sad girl’s face as she stares into her half-eaten sandwich—each is a thread in the fabric of the Universe, each imbued and teeming with Spirit and wisdom. The task now is to be humble enough and attentive enough to pull the threads. When I do, without fail the threads unravel the cocoon of my own making that shrouds me from the Mystery that is always present.

Who would have guessed? Nothing is wanting but we in our want. Nothing is fragmented but we in our isolation. Nothing is completely dark but we in our hesitation. It turns out that the Universe—the endless fabric of now, the weave of all life that is timeless—is the one and only subject. And listening for it, to it, with it, we are privileged to become glowing threads ourselves. All of us here to unravel each other and to love back together what we find. 

We are left with the beautiful chance to spill our presence into the world. For each of us has a particular piece of wisdom, a bit of Eternity that if not brought forward will be lost, or at least stay silent during our time on Earth. This piece of inner wisdom that is in everything doesn’t have a name. We could call the piece that resides in you, your soul. So, as you would honor a grandparent or teacher, how will you befriend that in you which has no name? What kind of relationship will you have with the oldest part of your life, so it might speak to you?

~Mark Nepo