“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.”― Khalil Gibran, Sand and Foam
“This is what it means to be human, to feel the pain, the grief, the stress, the risk, the fear, the heartbreak. So you, beautiful creature, you here is your permission slip to feel it all, to feel the joy and delight and excitement and the sorrow and fear and despair. All the yellows and pinks and violets and grays, because you are the whole damn sky.” – Kate Bowler
Yes, no, maybe, none of the above and everything in between.
Life is not multiple choice with one answer.
Certainty rare.
As Anne Lamott says “expectations are resentments waiting to happen.”
So when expectations are not met, the road you are on is not one of your choice, allow it all but leave the resentment behind. It’s a heavy expanding bag.
Keep trying, moving, allowing, inviting, seeing all of the colors and blooms amidst some weeds and potholes.
In hope, anticipation, joy and awe, see the whole damn sky.
“If you have no intention of loving or being loved, the whole journey is pointless.”― Kate DiCamillo