Meditation Moment

After I had cut off my hands

And grown new ones

Something my former hands had longed for

Came and asked to be rocked.

After my plucked out eyes

Had withered, and new ones grown

Something in my former eyes had wept for

Came asking to be pitied.

Denise Lefvertov, “Intrusion”

New problems arise as we rid ourselves of old ways. It’s ok; that’s life; and what a rich, full life it can be - may you love yours today!