Recently, I've doubled down on gratitude, cut my news and social media intake, and tried to tame my anxiety. And to make it worse, I've written about it here.
Yet, when you thought I couldn't get any more goofy, today, to start your week, I give you a poem.
Actually, it's a poem my wife gave me at a low point a few years back, but still. Is there a problem? Just Beyond Yourself, by David Whyte
Just beyond yourself.
It's where you need to be.
Half a step into self-forgetting and the rest restored by what you'll meet.
There is a road always beckoning.
When you see the two sides of it closing together at that far horizon and deep in the foundations of your own heart at exactly the same time.
That's how you know it's the road you have to follow.
That's how you know it's where you have to go.
That's how you know you have to go.
That's how you know.
Just beyond yourself, it's where you need to be.
This seems like the right way to finish: thank you, Julie, for bringing this beautiful poem to our attention.
FROM THE UNWASHED MASSES
I think she's too busy saving lives and spending money to read this, but a special birthday shoutout today to my cousin and one of my best friends, Dr. Shelly Murphy. We're already counting the days until our annual March visit for The Houston Livestock & Rodeo Show (which I liken to the Super Bowl being held for 20 consecutive days). Happy Birthday, Fave!
Thank you to any one that is reading this newsletter.
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Here's something for moving Just Beyond Yourself. Or for a swank cocktail party. In a debut here on KLUF - I am not entirely sure why this genius has not been featured previously - here is Pat Metheny and the completely Diamond CertifiedTrio 99->00.