Do your work, then step back.
The only path to serenity.   
(TTC #9)

“Step back” is the key phrase there.  I do my work and let it be.  I can’t continue to put a stroke here and there on a painting that cries for release.  My children no longer can be guided, but cheered as they go on their Way.  A seed once planted does not need my coaxing fingers.

Nothing encourages spring but rain.  Seasons evolve as the world turns toward or away from the sun.  My mind–my dear human born brain–is guided by my heart that yearns for comfort.  My head is too-filled with headlines, admonishments, politics and pleasing others for the illusion of survival.

My heart giggles with the birds who rise before dawn chattering their excitement that we all turn to face warmth after every sleepy dark night.