More will come

Don’t carry it all on your shoulders, welcome the world into you. Let the earth and wind be your strength, books and sages your mind, children and lovers your heart, stars and mushrooms your soul, beauty your eyes, fir trees your feel, stories your memory.

Let it all grow and change outside of yourself. Hold only what is given to you, only long enough to give it away. You are a sieve that must occasionally be turned upside down and emptied even of what you’ve caught. Let everything else flow through and do not long for it to come again. More will come.