The times are hard and unexpected, they always are
But the river of being that carries us is always lifegiving if we can reach it
This requires as ever diving where we are, not running from what is
We must be brave and beware mostly of ourselves
For the mind is like a spider, it will weave many webs
But the heart is like an arrow of light, it will pierce a hole in the dark that life will fill.
Along the way we stumble in the dark, our fears and tender honesty, the lamp we swing between us.
