"...toward the Otherworld I dream, yearning to be free..."
Growth
Growing Pains
My good friend Clayton writes in his blog about the impending move of some of our dear friends to the East Coast. Hira is one of my oldest friends in this city. We went to school together at Evergreen starting in 1995, and for 13 years she’s been my friend. We’ve grown much since those early days of adulthood, and as I reflect on what it means to have dear friends move away, I can’t help but try to hold on the bittersweet joy of witnessing the risks involved with spiritual growth and the pursuit of a life fully lived.
Gratitude For The Stone
As yesterday’s cut is polished away,
the knife never says to the stone,
“You are too rough with me.”
As his edge becomes more keen
and more able to perform
that single act
for which he was made,
only gratitude for the stone
remains
in the reflection of that blade.
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