The hands that rocked his cradle

"Let fall the riches of the season"

"I think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of a season...Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go." --May Sarton

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Biking my way back to gratitude