Sometimes the only way to yes is no. The only way to freedom is no…I mean saying yes, out loud, to the fragile beauty of everything… We do it all the time, this “no and yes,” so valiantly, in small and humble, miraculous ways, little revolutions. We look at the world as it is, and suddenly glimpse the world as it could be and then we can’t go back. We move through the patterns, traditions, the habits of things as they are,
as if they were immutable, intractable, and then by grace or will or luck we wonder, “But what if…?”
You’ve known this. You’ve seen it. You have lived this maybe more than once: unanticipated but deliberate transformation. Unexpected power. ~ Victoria Safford