There’s a natural pause at the end of each day; a moment to engage the complexity of our thoughts – to gather, to breathe…to ultimately release.
Peace finds us easily when we are worn; our defenses softened through the gauge of introspection. Yet, still there is an overwhelming urge to control that which must remain free.
In time, the subjectivity of our story diminishes as we begin to open to this life just as it is.
Always changing…
And these words once fixed to yellowed page find refuge in another form – the stories not yet shared, the ones that haven’t yet begun.
And at the precipice of all these worldly fears, a new tale waits to be born. Reminding us that we are an end that is always beginning.
In peace, my dear friends…
Namaste ❤