Heart and Grit
Nature is Us
The breath inside of me is the rhythm of the sea.
Vicissitude is the only constancy, rocking you to the rhythm of your worries.
What if who you are, and what you do, were the way of life itself?
Spirit knows how to do it.
We don’t need to figure it out.
“Those who will not slip beneath
the still surface on the well of grief
turning down to its black water
to the place that we can not breathe
will never know
the source from which we drink”
“You must approach not to conquer, but to be taught.”
Ella Young, Irish Mystic