Every time I fall, I learn to walk and then fly.
Every time I am silenced, I learn to speak and then sing.
Every time I mourn, I find my smiles are truer and bigger the next time they come.
Every time I close my eyes, I open to find the beauty around me is ever more vivid.
Every time I make a friend, I see the friend who lives in me.
~ spontaneously created by Stan Stewart
~ for my friend Susan Featro on the occasion of her new home. She buried a copy of this under her floorboards. 🙂