on no out or through

How do we learn to live within sadness and loss without losing touch with the everyday joys and goodness that surround us? Even in the bleakest night, somewhere a star—long dead or dying—still shines, whether we manage to see it or not. “The only way out is through” is a mighty idea, but I wonder at times about its premise. There is no out. No through. There is only being. Now. A forever river of nows.

And we who are here in this particular now, no matter how benighted or assailed we may feel or even be? Are graced with the impossible miracle of breath. This is what I want to remember and focus on today. Living in this now, not aiming for out or through. Breathing in this now, grateful no matter what is. Being while here.



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