September

For at least some stretch of each day, may you let your story - your own inner gripes and worries and melodramas - melt away completely. May you rest back and breathe, and relinquish your tight hold on who you think you are.

Is it possible that you are just a simple creature, moving and watching and shining and breathing? Just a little bubble of life floating beautifully through the cosmos? One small but shining fragment of this great play of life?

~ C. C.