No shortage of a cause for pause lately. The news cycle is hungry and it’s diet is bleak.
This morning while running in the rain my wandering mind rearranged some commonly quoted wisdom into one cohesive rhyme:
Two men looking through prison bars, one sees mud and one sees stars. We don’t see the world as it is, but as we are. So focus on the healing not on the scar.
Remixing Anais Nin, Dale Carnegie and Fred Rogers