“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wold and precious life?”

These beautiful words from Mary Oliver’s poem, The Summer Day, both remind and inspire me. They remind me that this life is fleeting; that each moment faces an inescapable truth – beyond which only memory remains. A fragile imprint lending form to dust.

Likewise, our ‘destiny’ is just as we have defined; our choices becoming actions, our actions becoming our view. In time, we learn – subtlety never a means to this end.

And, in spite of our defeat, hope sings with glorious measure – encouraging chance over complacency,

And in spite of our defeat, hope sings with glorious measure – begging us to complete our course, and  praying for our endurance. In the end, is it not a matter of choice over complacency? The exquisite risk, the very warmth which lures us home.

“I don’t know exactly what a prayer is,” she writes “I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass…how to be idle and blessed…”

My friends, in this life…we find what we seek, whether by heart or by happenstance.

In peace and with much love…

Namaste ❣️