Steady

We must be steady enough in ourselves, to be open and to let the winds of life blow through us, to be our breath, our inspiration; to breathe with them, mobile and soft in the limberness of our bodies, in our agility, our ability, as it were, to dance, and yet to stand upright.
TS Eliot

What is it about me and Mr. Eliot these days? Right between the eyes.



Not my photo, by the way. Dreamstime.