Don't let your habits become handcuffs

There is incredible value in being of service to others.

She sits down and puts her hand to her chest and rocks. Thinks of all she has lost and will lose. All she has had and will have. It seems to her that life is like gathering berries into an apron with a hole. Why do we keep on? Because the berries are beautiful, and we must eat to survive. We catch what we can. We walk past what we lose for the promise of more, just ahead.

My inside self and my outside self used to match. A compass needle pointed true north. Now the needle spins around and around indicating the sad direction of nowhere.

Sometimes you know before you know.

I thought of the priest who'd told me that many religions hold that it is easier to be closely connected to people we love after death than before.

I felt myself trapped in line for a ride I was not nearly ready for, looking back but moving forward in the only direction I could go.