The wonderful thing about my daily wandering through the valley is seeing what emerges. From the tiny first shoots of an oak tree sprouting from an acorn to the little black squiggles of tadpoles.
Yet I don’t see living beings – our more-than-human world – endeavouring to be something other than what they are. There are no catkins on the cherry tree. Nor are there fronds of moss attempting to be rush grass.
So why do we struggle?
“We don’t choose our gifts. They choose us. A mark of maturity is surrendering to the person you actually are instead of the one you wish you were. Most people never get such clarity, and they’re stunted for life.”
Wise words from the writer David Perell on Twitter last week.
Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿