Each of us carries the story of how things might have been; the burden of wishing we might have done more – the regret of not having engaged.

We wrap our thoughts around the exceedingly mundane; from “I wonder what they’re thinking” to “How will this bill get paid?”

In this racing pattern of ever-present thought, we see only the cycle – never the means to break free. Does the pattern delight? Does it soothe? Or, are we merely powerless to effect a change of this seemingly great magnitude?

I suppose I have the same worries at all. Though, right now I’m watching the clouds shift their shape to allow the sun room to grow.

Yes, there are problems – some greater than we’ve ever known. But there is also a place for the soul rest, a space between for the heart to find its courage.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️