Make friends with trees. Sing a song with a mourning dove. Decipher the meaning of old stones. Look at an old man as if he were new. Change means growth.
Growth is necessary for trees and other living things.
Without growth, nothing would be harvested, except doubt. The space between events is where most of life is lived. Those half-remembered moments of joy or sadness, fear or disappointment, are merely beads of life strung together to make one expanding necklace of experience. The space between events is where we grow old. From sunrise to sunset one day lives as another day emerges from the fluid womb of dawn, the first bead strung upon the everlasting thread of life.