sometimes it’s hard to tell– especially when it keeps giving and giving and I feel quite dwarfed by the openness of the hand.
but today I think I have some inklings:
to practice patience;
to be calmer
and to laugh more
and to keep believing
and expecting the best
from the people I love
and also from myself,
to say, hush!
to those persistent little,
niggling voices of insecurity,
and to continue to open, open
with or without explicit invitation to do so–
to receive it all and let it go again
and to love every fleeting gorgeous
instant of it with my whole heart.