even after all this time the sun never says to the earth, “you owe me.”

look what happens with a love like that, it lights the whole sky.

Hafiz, a Persian poet of the 1300

a lesson indeed. i’m giving thanks titanic and wee on this beautiful, september morning.

i’m thankful for my hot, smokey, morning coffee, the love bursting so wide within this house it practically busts off the locks, and the peace of mind living humane and truthfully. 

i’m grateful for the job that brings shivers to my forearms and knots in my throat when i watch a sea of warriors return week after week to face new trials and challenges that test not just their physicality, but also their emotional and mental capacities so that off the bike they’re better partners, parents, siblings, friends and employees.

i am on my knees beholden for every snag, bruise, cut and punch, even unwarranted, i receive. the swoops and falls only make me a kinder, more humbled player in this circus of life. 

nothing or no one owes me anything. i am forever in debt. 

monday happy to you m’loves.