Leaning into the winds of change, my balance threatens to be lost. But no, it is a threat without a promise. My promise is the gift of my
own balance causing me to step back, to breathe deeply and know that I am here, now, not flying about in the tornado of chaos like an old chair, or roof torn from a barn.
Here all is quiet and good, even the glittering
snow that fills cracks and crevices everywhere.
Today I lean into my own home, and make plans for tomorrow and tomorrow; grateful for all that I have and all that I am.
“I know myself a mortal, and my share in what
the morrow brings not more than thine.”
~ Sophocles, Oedipus at Colonus
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