Meditate on This

Feeling fuzzy and tired and like the week will never end. Feel far from Blue Space/Green Space. Know that is up to me to make my way back.

Then I read this in David Whyte's poem "Breath."  It's a new thought somehow.  Never heard anything worded quite like it.

Life is busy but I feel calmer when I meditate on this:

what I have loved
was loved because it was not me,
but changed me,
even as it left me