25th Jan

I had to post a photo of the sky from a not long ago evening here, not just to share with you but also so I don't ever forget it. It was a very quiet day. Not the kind of quiet of hushed voices and dripping taps but the kind that you can feel in the empty spaces around you as if it had its own tangible presence. Things are different now. Plans have changed and we can't control it. We cannot control life. It just happens like water from an endless stream overflowing into a tiny cup that is our time here on Earth. But we can control how we see things, like this evening sky that came, I believe, at a time we needed most: storm clouds forked with lightning and rolling gently in over the mountains. Rain coming to soak into the ground and into our minds.

Life ends, but life also begins.