When we stand before the Great Mystery in a state of calm, alert clarity, we shed all the layers of distraction, turbulence and conditioning and truly have freedom of choice.
The myrtle is a lovely plant. Evergreen. Fragrant. Humble. You would never know by looking at her that the myrtle harbors a great secret: Once a year, with the first stirrings of spring, the myrtle transmogrifies into a distant star.