Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

To control everything.

November 2, 2017

Sometimes I find myself holding onto everything so tightly, so wound up that I can't control the weather, another's happiness, another's frustration, the world, my backyard, the power company. 

 

It's impossible. And I know that. I know it's impossible to control anything but the colors I'm wearing, the food I eat, the music accompanying my day. Those things are lovely. Those things are reassuring. 

 

And that's where my energy must go these days,

despite its insistance on leaking into the world behind me. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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