Small arcs of meaning

Finding small arcs of meaning in our messy middles is a gift to ourselves and to share with others.

Search too hard and it becomes forced. Every bit of mess doesn’t have to have a meaning. At least not yet.

Hold on too tight and it’s like chasing rainbows in the rain. You’ll never find the end. And in the meantime you’re simply not present, just wet

Enjoy. They’re a gift.