There was a magenta strip of sky the other morning, with shades of purple intermingling the incoming blue. How is it that we are given such majesty?
Each moment the sky is different. I marvel at the gift of witness, the gift of wisdom, that impermanence is the way of form, and beauty is the eternity within it.
There are times when we ache for the law of impermanence to get on with changing the circumstance. There are times when we ache with the loss of impermanence as something changes too quickly. But within the aches of comings and goings there is the knowledge that life has welcomed us into the dance.
There is beauty to behold. There is love to dare. There is eternity within. Blessings be.
