“And that other self,” inquires poet, Jane Hirshfield “who watches me from the distance of decades, what will she say? Will she look at me with hatred or with compassion, I whose choices made her what she will be?”

Such a powerful inquiry, wouldn’t you agree, my loves? The retrospect of compassion’s heart, and the willingness to engage life’s adventure.

We whose choices determine the fate of each unturned stone. How will we look back? With patience, kindness…regret?

And these moments which pass? Shall they slip like sand through weakened hands or, become like fertile soil?

We whose choices define the very depth of soul, how shall we look back?

With resignation to moments lost, or thrill for those resurrected?

Day by day, we build this path; cobbled from the quarry of all which has passed and forged from the fires of circumstance.

We are defined by our choices, my dearest loves – and our senses refined through view.

A little something to consider on this day – and, a question:

“Who will you be…?”

In peace, dear hearts…

Namaste ❤️