So, following a night spent boring everyone w/ whining about my terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day, reality asserted itself today. Funny how a night’s sleep, a beautiful morning of bird song and great tea will do that :).

And poetry. Today’s poem from poets.org is a perfect comment on ‘our precious human lives,’ as Ringu Tulku says. Daily Life, the poem reminds me, will not go on forever. And when so many of my friends are struggling with health and job and loss issues… what on EARTH am I whining about?

Enjoy the day “unfolding like a bird slowly/ spreading its wings.” And your precious human life :).