… Like the Buffalo, we are nourished by
what sprouts from our own broken trail.
(from our own shit)
What we trample and leave behind fertilizes
what will feed us. No one is exempt …
… Things come apart
and join sometimes faster than we can cope …
… But we evolve in spite of our limitations …
… and though we break and make mistakes,
we are always mysteriously more than
what is broken …
… Now I want to stand naked before every wind;
and though I am still frightened I will break,
I somehow know it’s all a part -even the fright-
of the rhythm of being alive … – Mark Nepo –
PiYo Monday 8:00 am
Have a cool night …
William
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