I’m sitting on a worn bench before an old, thick sycamore whose bark is half-peeled,

and the stance and bearing of its huge limbs- like the statue of a warrior turned dancer-

is a constant reminder that we do not control our destiny.

We simply and persistently grow toward the light and that devotion-

over years- reveals how life shapes us.

~Mark Nepo

mystery and change grow into life…

inquiry for today~ take care of the day….

how did you know?

We’re built to live simultaneously in love and loss,

bitter and sweet.

~Susan Cain