Hello! Can you hear that? There is peace here:
Life never rests. Have you noticed? Something is always mending, breaking, exploding out of itself ready, urgently, for attention. And urgently we tend it, other plates spinning, wondering when life got so… Wait a minute. When was it ever placid? For survivors and drivers and mothers, for broken hearts and broken believers, it’s only placid when a quiet moment cycles in time with the ability to notice it, and maybe breathe with it, deliciously, letting it fill the parts of us it can, till it’s gone again and we are back at the everything of life.
