Tuesday, September 24, 2019

Tuesday ~ September 24, 2019

We all have these moments when the rose loses its color for some reason, or the music no longer stirs us, or the sweet, gentle soul across from us no longer seems to soften our heart. To move in and out of meaning is as natural as moving in and out of light because clouds form and dissipate... It reminds me of a man who built a home on a cliff bu sea, only to have a month-long fog roll in. He cursed the place and moved away, but a week after he'd gone, the fog cleared. being human, we all have fogs roll in around our heart, and often, our lives depend on the quiet courage to wait for them to clear.

(Mark Nepo, b. 1951)


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