Not that difficult to grasp in the weather here in Ireland this last week. Not so easy to grasp in our inner lives:
Nothing in its essence is one way or the other. All around us the wind, the fire, the earth, and the water, are always taking on different qualities; they’re like magicians. We also change like the weather. We ebb and flow like the tides, we wax and wane like the moon. We fail to see that like the weather, we are fluid, not solid.
And so we suffer.
Pema Chodron, Comfortable with Uncertainty
photo of clouds in Malahide, Dublin, by Miguel Mendez