Stress is like ocean water:
you either
harness its energy
to move beyond boundaries
or you
flounder, paralyzed,
beneath its enormity.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
Stress is like ocean water:
you either
harness its energy
to move beyond boundaries
or you
flounder, paralyzed,
beneath its enormity.
May our work
motivate our recreation,
and
may our recreation
inspire our work.
I am learning
that it’s less about
finding energy
and more about
protecting —
defending at all costs —
the energy we do have
for the things
that deserve it.
Perhaps,
the selections
we don’t make
are as
foundational
to our character
as the ones
we do.
(I love that this is entitled Touchstone Tuesday: Poem XIX as though I have any idea what day of the week it is. Hope it’s Tuesday!)