In our lives, there are many courses our hearts may follow. Some, born of excruciating moments – where pain, down and loss of presence limited our ability to see deeply within. While others, leap boldly from the genesis of true joy – encouraged by our glimpse into boundlessness.

And in the end, it doesn’t matter which – as all paths lead us back to home.

Ajahn Chah writes that the heart is the only book worth reading. If that’s the case, then why are we afraid.

Moments slip as a heaviness forms in the pit of our stomach. Worry, doubt, fear – each valid, yes…but in their own, still open to interpretation. *Our* interpretation. What we think and how we feel, tendered with authenticity and care. And within our grasp, the glowing embers of faith through perserverance – effecting our freedom through countless measure.

In peace, my sweet friends …

Namaste ❣