“And whether or not it is clear to you,no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.” — from “Desiderata” by Max Ehrmann
I started crying when this popped into my head as I was meditating.
The newspaper had reported 40°C as the temperature the previous day, the highest March temperature recorded in Mumbai in a long time.
What do you do when you’re sick of love?
[caption id=”attachment_204" align=”alignleft” width=”308" caption=”Melancholia, by Albrecht Durer”]