You can relish a rainbow and a cup of tea, sunrise and a flock of birds, a cemetery walk and a friend's newborn, the first
blush of wildflowers in a patch of dirt and the looping rapture of an old favorite song. ... You can't mend a world, but you
can mend the hole in the polka- dot pocket of your favorite coat. They are not the same thing, but they are part of the same
thing, which is all there is — life living itself through us, moment by moment, one broken beautiful thing at a time.
~ Maria Popova in THE MARGINALIAN e-newsletter, May 15, 2022
Like a river flows life, strong and deep and filled with fast little eddies. Letting go is part of life's definition, and receiving is part of letting go. We could, in security or comfort, cling to each bend in the river, hold on to each boulder along the way. We could shackle ourselves with old conflicts, or bind ourselves with past loves, wanting always to linger in familiar scenes along the way. But the river flows on. And the God of the river sweeps into our view new mysteries and holy places to hold us for a moment, then to see us safely on our way.
