Life goes on. Some ups, some downs, some navigating and some meandering.
So sometimes, I sit and just look and listen. And it's pretty nice how shifting from 'doing' mode to 'being' mode lets you find new truths that you've walked by and hurried past more times than you can count. So when I stop, I get these little moments.
And now I shall fling them into the interwebs.
From a couple of weeks ago:
The leaf at the top of a tree is the work of a season, but is only where it is because of the many seasons of growth and strength and resilience that have come before it. Likewise I, relatively new to this big ol' earth, am who I am in a cumulative sense. I make my choices but am only in this exact place at this exact time because of choices made by those who came before me in addition to my own choices.
And today, the corollary:
That leaf will fall, as many that have turned their brilliant reds and oranges are doing now, but the tree remains. Our choices can be good, or can be bad. But with that tree still present, there will be more leaves. And with a solid foundation that I can hold on to, I can always make a new choice. There are second chances. And third, and fourth, and fifth ones. There's always next spring.