We worry and fret about so much, blithely tossing about words like “need” and “have to”. "I need some new clothes; I have to get..." the latest, greatest item paraded by marketing geniuses. And then, unexpectedly, we are drawn outside our self: we read of homes burned to the ground by wildfire; we write a sympathy note to a dear auntie who lost a daughter in a senseless accident; we laugh with a cousin wisecracking her way through cancer treatment.
And so our perspective shifts.
We re-orient: to thankfulness for who is dear to us, to contentment with where we are, and to renewed focus of our attention.
A willow seeks water to grow and flourish.
What is the "water" you really require?
For me, it's more quiet time in the cleft of the Rock.
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