It is so hard to see the sea in which we swim, and so precious to get a glimpse of our own lives. A doorknob turning after a journey big or small, a greeting in the eyes of a loved one, a memory that floods back with a sniff of perfume – all can bring us home to ourselves.
Dear ones, as we swirl in the sea of our times,
may we cherish these flashes of clarity.
May we feast on our own precious lives.