Poem: On Her Way

“She wasn’t where she had been.
She wasn’t where she was going…but she was on her way.

And on her way she enjoyed food that wasn’t fast, friendships that held, hearts glowing, hearts breaking, smiles that caught tears, paths trudged and alleys skipped.

And on her way she no longer looked for the answers, but held close the two things she knew for sure.
One, if a day carried strength in the morning, peace in the evening, and a little joy in between, it was a good one…
and two, you can live completely without complete understanding.”

~ Jodi Hills

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Nothing Is Isolated

“What seems to be happening at the moment is never the full story of what is really going on. For the honey bee, it is the honey that is important. But the bee is at the same time nature’s vehicle for carrying out cross-pollination for the flowers. Interconnectedness is a fundamental principle of nature. Nothing is isolated. Each event connects with others. Things are constantly unfolding on different levels. It’s for us to perceive the warp and woof of the Oneness of All as best we can and learn to follow our own threads through the tapestry of life with authenticity and resolve.”

Jon Kabat-Zinn, “Wherever You Go There You Are”

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“Yet Do I Marvel,” excerpt by the African-American poet, Countee Cullen

“I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind. And did He stoop to quibble could tell why the little buried mole continues blind, why flesh that mirrors Him must some day die, make plain the reason tortured Tantalus is baited by the fickle fruit, declare if merely brute caprice dooms Sysyphus to struggle up a never ending stair. Inscrutable His ways are, and immune to catechism by a mind too strewn with petty cares to slightly understand what awful brain compels His awful hand. Yet do I marvel at this curious thing: to make a poet black and bid him sing!”

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