It’s very interesting to me,

this dual citizenship

between the stars and the stones.   

I’ve just finished the quietly glorious Aflame by Pico Iyer, where he references this comment from the abbess of a Zen center. “You can’t live on Everest – you have to come back and do the dishes.” The view from the mountaintop might be sparkly and splendid, but it’s in the day to day routine of living – sometimes boring, sometimes downright tedious – that the deepest roots can take hold.

I’m most intrigued by the glimmers we get that unite the stars and stones. A quiet birthday spent with loved ones. A pat on the knee during a bumpy flight. A flash of cardinal in the evergreen.

Dear ones, whether today is starry or stony, let’s rest safe in the knowledge that they are infinitely, intricately intertwined.