Birds are singing and there is a softness to the light.
The fragility of life is with me these days, the beauty and joy that we share in this form, and the awareness of change.
Here is a poem by Gary Young.
When your children ask, will you always love me, say you will love them forever,
and then tell them what forever means. You can explain the heavens if they ask
and tell them, your bodies are made from the dust of scattered stars. But when
they ask you will I ever die, then lie to them. They are still young and it might
Frighten them if you said no.
- Gary Young