It’s the first day of my birth month.  Each year, there’s something that reminds me of that preparation in the womb.  There are more years behind me than ahead.  This morning Steve and I discuss re-reading Sogyal Rinpoche’s book, The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying.  Yes, we may have many years ahead of us, and we are aware.

I’m with the words of Rilke:  “Love and death are the great gifts that are given to us; mostly, they are passed unopened.”  I want to open them all guided by the words of Maya Angelou.

The desire to reach the stars is ambitious.  The desire to reach hearts is wise.

On the Train

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