Lately it feels a bit like Tantalusβeverything I want is right in front of me, but just out of reach.
I remind myself of the laws of detachment: nothing is mine, and thatβs okay. I can notice, appreciate, even long for things without needing to grab hold of them. Sometimes just seeing is enough.
Mantra: I allow love to flow freely. I let go of needing it back. I honor what I feel and still choose peace.





















