Most of life is light, small, simple. A good meal or a brief conversation can define a day. Once in a while someone heaves a great stone into our tiny pond and we are reminded of profundity and depth until the waves settle back to ripples and the the ripples radiate out, smoothing back into calm. On rare occasion something changes us forever, but then that energy diffuses and momentum gives way to inertia as we slip back into a groove of small duties, minor inconveniences, little triumphs, the quiet pulsating of this rhythm of joy and sorrow, coming and going, eating and sleeping, talking and watching. Life is so slight most days that if you don't pay careful attention you might miss it.
Hello, friends. I hope you're well.
Later. Love.
