Rumi

"Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
you would be paralyzed.
Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding
the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as bird wings."
-Rumi

I've been noticing this very idea this week, it's not the end or beginning, the goal or the prize, its all the lovely moments in the process that are the richness of life.