stumbled upon this quote from Shakespeare:
Go to your bosom;
Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
(Measure for Measure)
Not the first time I've received that explicit message lately. Perhaps not the last. It's the in between now that counts. The now. The steering wheel and the dark pavement as I move toward the warm, humming lights of home. A knock. A door opening.
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And remember: your heart already knows, so it's not like you have to keep asking the question. You just have to be quiet and still enough to hear the answer.
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