waves

Do the willows feel guilt for the season they’re in? No, of course not. They carry out their work quietly and methodically and we marvel anew every year. 

Does the squirrel worry about whether he deserves his winter rest? No, of course not. He scurries around collecting acorns, growing fat and satiated, and we praise his resilience. 

So, back to you. Are you sad? Good, be sad. Ride the wave. Learn your way around it.

Are you angry or mournful or scared or some other emotion entirely? Good, let yourself be all those things. Half the year the willow tree is spindly and raw and we do not fault her for it. There have been beautiful days before and there will be beautiful days again.