In the great river of life, where am I trying to hold on to things as they are? Where am I trying to stop the flow and protect myself and what is ‘mine’? Where can I let things slip through my fingers, mindfully? Where can I trust the process?
In the great river of life, where am I trying to hold on to things as they are? Where am I trying to stop the flow and protect myself and what is ‘mine’? Where can I let things slip through my fingers, mindfully? Where can I trust the process?