“Is it beyond thee to be glad with the gladness of this rhythm? To be tossed and lost and broken in the whirl of this fearful joy?” writes the poet Rabindranath Tagore. And many of us answer, “Yes, it is beyond me.” The rush of the holiday season can feel like going over Niagra Falls in a barrel, out of control and battered by forces pushing at us from all sides.
How will you find a moment today to simply rest and float?
