I read something rather lovely this morning; a suggestion to become a bit more ‘selective’ in our process.

Meaning, rather than choosing how ‘right’ we might be, perhaps we might choose a path of peace instead.

It is a noble one, indeed. Though, one fraught with the perils of past pain. We step gingerly through, while imperfection hangs like a weighted branch – threatening to obscure all light from our view.

But, that’s the risk of feeling absolutely human, isn’t it? That we might occasionally suffer the sting of a freshly ‘scraped knee’.

And still, have faith enough – to rise up again.

On this path of peace, there is often an insufferable pain. But likewise, there is a growing and irrepressible grace.

And, for me – there is no greater good.

“We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love’s light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.”
― Maya Angelou