A Poem For today - The Way It Is

[KEN DICKINSON]

The Way It Is One morning you might wake up to realize that the knot in your stomach had loosened itself and slipped away, and that the pit of unfilled longing in your heart had gradually, and without your really noticing, been filled in -- patched like a pothole, not quite the same as it was, but good enough. And in that moment it might occur to you that your life, though not the way you planned it, and maybe not even entirely the way you wanted it, is nonetheless -- persistently, abundantly, miraculously -- exactly what it is By Lynn Ungar

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