The wonderful Robyn Gordon reminded me to listen. She shared a poem by Rosa Cook.
who is juggling her life.
Be still sometimes.
Be still sometimes.
It needs repeating
over and over
to catch her attention
over and over
because someone juggling her
life finds it difficult to hear.
Be still sometimes.
Be still sometimes.
Let it all fall sometimes.
So tonight, after working through our one day weekend, Kopila and I sat on the balcony watching the fire flies and listening. We didn’t quite see Kanchenjunga ( this photo was not taken from the balcony!) but we knew it was there.