Every minute is a choice; every syllable contains a vowel. Every action, every look and tune... and I choose to give life to that which is good. It is all so vulnerable, and brief. I lie down on my kitchen floor and remember my friends' choice of a teacup. Which cup will bring something beautiful in your life today? Which color, pattern, size will connect with your desire to see the beauty in the unbearable pain? I hold my teacup with both hands and see the bottom and surface at the same time... and tiny flecks of tea that are not caught by the strainer. A choice on my path to rely on Love in every second of my life, regardless of whether the cup is full of fragrant aromas, or empty of content.