I am open, and I am willing
To be hopeless would be so strange
It dishonors those who go before us
So lift me up to the light of change
—Holly Near
What lifts you up to the light of change?
A Ferris wheel gives you almost no freedom in your ride. You just go around in a big circle. But it turns out you can see amazing things from that big circle—as you can within the limited, but very large, cycles of the seasons and of birth and death.
What circles or cycles do you see yourself moving within?