There’s a class I’m taking with Meadow Devour and Brooke Castillo on The Art of Self Coaching. I love it, and it hasn’t even *officially* started yet.

{Just forum lurking and playlist listening. Loving.}

A most fabulous poem at the beginning of our workbook… it’s really good, really true.

There is a lot to ponder in it. What’s most powerful to me is how much we can try to pigeon hole things, or categorize ourselves as a [this kind of] person — and we get trapped in how we think of everything.

But, we don’t have to be.

Dropping Keys

The small  man

Builds cages for everyone

He

Knows.

While the sage,

Who has to duck his head

When the moon is low,

Keeps dropping keys all night long

For the

Beautiful

Rowdy

Prisoners.

– Hafiz

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