The art of living · the storm
Storms
Some days the sky cracks open. The hard thing arrives — sudden, loud, sure of itself — and leaves a silence heavier than the noise it made. Here we don’t look away. We name them plainly, because even the breaking is part of the becoming.
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Keep all the ways you love, you hold, you let go…
These days we are doing three things: 1) loving what is human; a baby, a bird, this body resting plus any living creature that knows how to be free: 2) holding all the things we love against our bones knowing that this life depends on it: and finally 3) knowing for somethings, the time to…









