When I am experiencing meaning, it feels as though my life is a story that is interesting to myself and also good for the world.*
People get so caught up in the fact that they have limits that they rarely exert the effort required to get close to them.**
Salt isn’t just salt.
It comes in so many colours and flavours and forms.
Our neighbours brought us a gift of whisky-infused, smoked salt …
and it’s wonderful.
I sometimes add a pinch or less^ to a recipe,
But whilst I can still make out the peppers or squash or beans,
The salt has gone,
In one sense
added to all the other ingredients.
I can get caught up wanting to make a difference that leaves some kind of
But I’m becoming more comfortable with the thought that
my true legacy
may be more like the influence of salt,
Which perhaps will mean someone will keep going,
Or pick up a book that somewhere down the road
leads to a change of direction,
Or perhaps simply leaves another
What interests us is our
When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.^^