It’s a wonderful to be alive, now isn’t it? The trees have shifted to their autumn hue, as the squirrels race to complete their ‘tasking’ of day.

And in between it all, a softened lull – between the drops of rain, the paradigm forms: that which is taken, is always returned.

Albeit, sometimes in different form. Even our clinging, as desperate as it may seem, reveals a point of weakness. The shell spits, before it breaks. Though, is it crumbling or simply expanding?

In Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind, Suzuki Roshi tells the story of the four horses. One flees at the shadow of the whip. Another, before it ever touches skin. The third, only when it feels the sting. And the last, not until the whip cuts the bone. We believe circumstances to define our reality; though, isn’t it our reaction instead?

In our struggle to make sense, we look outward – not, in. Forgetting, that it’s what we choose to see that defines our world: a shattered shell, or a new life beginning.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️