A Day Fully Lived [View all]

Make each day your home. Greet it as you would greet an old friend, come for tea. It won't last long, and that's why it's so precious, sacred even. See its astonishing colours, feel its wild feelings. Let its joys move you to tears, be floored by its sadnesses. Feel the vibrant life surging through every pore of this day of all days.

And at its end, lay your head on its pillow, sink into its vastness, tumble into its bottomlessness. Will another day come? And does it matter, when this day has been so full? Be willing to be blind to all your tomorrows.

A day, fully lived, will always be more than enough. Gratitude is the key, and the lock was never made.

-Jeff Foster

I'm trying live in the now/now time signature. Keep my life in "day-tight compartments".
The first year of a Trump Residency my husband and I got drunk together every night and wept in grief we had never felt before. For our daughter, for the future, for the planet and for liberal democracy.

I think it was necessary, in some way.

The second year I realized my small family was still alive. The earth was still alive.
Where there is life there is hope.
And still so much beauty.