The most exhausting thing in life is being insincere. - Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Milky and opaque, it has the pinkish bloom of the sky on a summer evening, ripening to rain.

We tend not to choose the unknown which might be a shock or a disappointment or simply a little difficult to cope with. And yet it is the unknown with all its disappointments and surprises that is the most enriching. In so many ways this

But I want first of all — in fact, as an end to these other desires — to be at peace with myself