The perplexed have decided that life on a farm will clarify some things and be a graceful environment for the mindful...
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
The storm blew in with all the fury of the wounded, clearing away the last spider-thin strands of summer. Later, I came across a firefly who had lingered too long, unaware that he was flickering in vain at the city lights. Later still my life was unexpectedly dusted off and handed back to me, different than it was before. These are just a few of the infinite ways hearts can be broken and remade daily. Almost like they become fluid and fill the containers set before them, expanding and contracting with their surroundings. So when things shrink so small as to seem hollow, remember: Leave a light burning. Leave a window open. Things will change again.