lately, i have been trying to make sense of things, of life. now, i know and have been here long enough to know that, really - there is no sense in life, only mystery. too often, my heart is reminded of this. most days, i am okay with this. there is something about acknowledging the mystery in life that reminds one of the wonder. and it's that place of wonder that holds all the magic in this world. spend time with a child ... and really listen to them, and you will glimpse it.
along with the mystery, it's the connections we make as we pass through, that add the value to our world. these connections, allow us to experience. with them may come happiness, heartache, frustration, anger, birth, death, transformation, growth, frustration, expression, or bliss, but their very presence provides the opportunity for expansion and meaning. perhaps more than anything lately, i have been reminded that each one of the connections in my world, is such a gift.