I held a rose petal in my hand yesterday evening. In the depths of night its velvet touch yielded a lesson in purpose and resilience. And, how the two are forever intertwined – each growing stronger in this dance of will.

Outside, a branch from a great oak lay still against the ground; a causality of wind and the futility of struggle. In the end, it’s our choice – not the strength of our limbs.

What helps us to survive is this gravity of ‘root’; our center point of calm amidst a seemingly endless storm.

Much like Lord Byron’s cloudless climes – we are ‘all the best of dark and bright.’ Our truth encompassing far more than any moment might reveal.

And, like the rose, we live to become.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️