A kid stood outside the park in cleats and a backpack. The game had just ended, but his summer wasn’t. He still wore his jersey. Still had sunflower seed shells in his pocket. But school was coming. You could feel it in the light.
Buddhism
Transitions aren’t abrupt. They begin in shadows and endings we try to ignore.
Daily Takeaway
Notice the shift—not to mourn it, but to move with it.
Journal Prompt
Where is change already happening around you?
What season are you being asked to walk into, whether or not you’re ready?
Honor the Small.
Respect the Moment.
Trust the Path.
