So I am climbing up and up the park stairs to City campus one Monday evening when I pass a bed of golden daffodils laughing. “Spring is coming, spring is coming,” they gaily prattle as their many-pointed heads jiggle and bow in the March air.
It’s been a mild winter, yet a difficult one, and I’ve been searching for some end to this stasis, some deliberate, physical gesture of renewal. “Keep death close,” a wise Buddhist teacher once said, “so fear is not an option.”
And so I have.
And so I will.
But today, just for today, I’d like to pause on the stairs and consider a golden daffodil and breathe and breathe and breathe.
Happy weekend everyone, see you at Smallpeace!