Hey.
My buddy Chris shared this recently. It’s a Louise Erdrich passage, from The Painted Drum, her 2005 novel.
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself that you tasted as many as you could.
Yes, please.
To the words. To the sentiment. To the invitation. To the reminder. To the art, discipline, and joy of connecting principle to practice, centering to doing.
Hey.



