Good Grief 153

I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who looks in and leaves stars and hearts. I very much appreciate it and thank you. You deserve medals for tenacity for wading through the dirge. After yesterday, I was thinking a bit more about 'struggling' and what facilitates change. It occurred to me as I took this photo and then looked up and took in the view, that I will probably always 'struggle' but perhaps that is the wrong word, or the word itself can have the wrong connotations. Today I thought that I will probably always embrace the struggle because it is about an engagement with life. It can feel a bit risky at times, often even, but it will always be alive and an open debate. Yes, it can feel like a struggle to live, especially when much of it seems to have death and loss all-pervading and pushing in like a dense fog, at times. But as I looked out at the view I rested with it and we looked at each other with an ease of just being here. As I looked down and through the world of the lichen and thought more abstractly, I was reminded of the lines 'we see into the life of things'. So many layers of looking and seeing.