Today I ask myself: Am I at a fork in the road?
The answer comes: No, I’m a spoon, held in a rounded cup.
I surrender to the words of Rainer Maria Rilke.
If we surrendered
to earth’s intelligence,
we could rise up rooted, like trees.
I knead the soil within, open knots and loosen “nots”, assemble unity. Marie Curie’s words radiate through:
Nothing in life is to be feared. It is only to be understood.