Layers, Cells, Constellations

“Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.”― Anais Nin

“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”― Anais Nin

To unknowing.
To mystery.
To twists, turns, anticipation, surprises.
To dimension, hue, nuance, unevenness, color, shades, layers.
May we never “grow” to “wise” to miss the wonder, beauty and awe before us each day.
Hidden in the ordinary.
Growth is never being done, entering the unfolding with delight.
To joy and the capacity and agency to partake in it.

“The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.”― Anais Nin