What a difference a day makes

 

I gave the family letters to my niece. She has them. I forgot that I gave them to her and then had a glimmer of that possibility. She read them and shared my big feelings about the times they evoke. They need a worthy  receptacle. I made them a collaged box. 

We think that protecting ourselves from suffering, we are being kind to ourselves.  Yet when we don't close off and we let our hearts break, we discover our kinship with all beings.                          

                                                        Pema Chodron