In an adulterated and inadvertent sort of life, there’s a tendency for a man’s past to make his decisions for him. Actually, it’s amazing (not too strong a word!) when this doesn’t happen.
When we step into the present moment, we step out of time. When we’re out of time, which is how we reference past and future, we’re out of the personal. That feels good.
Love doesn’t happen to me or to you. It happens between us.
Hurry. Worry. Memory. These are big weeds.
We all have our stories. They’re like husks in the garden of now.