It's never too late

I’ve been reading a small but powerful book, When Things Fall Apart by Pema Chödrön, recommended by my friend Cathy Sly. By the title alone, I thought perhaps the book might offer some perspective on the troubles facing the citizens of our world in these times. The book did not disappoint. Even though it was written in 1997, the words ring true.

There’s so much resentment and so much resistance to life. In all nations, it’s like a plague that’s gotten out of control and is poisoning the atmosphere of the world. At this point it might be wise to wonder about these things and begin to get the knack of loving-kindness.

When times are difficult, I turn to music, books, art and movement. Sometimes I need the company of others to listen and share, and other times I need quiet and space.

Today I had no schedule, no agenda, and no “shoulds.”

I ended up in our local independent bookstore doing no more than relaxing and writing and taking these few pictures.


And then I read this letter prominently displayed in the store front window. 

It's never too late to turn around and do the right thing.