When we release that striving
for somewhere else and something else,
we come home.
Karen Maezen Miller

We could try this in this new month
We spend so much energy trying to control the small things: This poem invites us to stop bracing and asks: what if you trusted that your own letting go is no different? Maybe the best approach is a lightness of touch.
Simply trust
Do not the cherry blossom petals gently float down
just like that?
Kobayashi Issa, 1763-1828
The thing to do, it seems to me, is to prepare yourself so you can be a rainbow in somebody else’s cloud.
Somebody who may not look like you. May not call God the same name you call God – if they call God at all. I may not dance your dances or speak your language.
But be a blessing to somebody. That’s what I think.
– Maya Angelou