I was looking at the space where my altar used to live, with statues of Ganesh and Lakshmi. Now days its more of a compote, a mix of small things that bring me joy and beauty. A ceramic truck from Sorrento, a vintage mirror Andrew gave me for Christmas, a small Italian angel I bought in Sorrento, a box of fragrant candles a good friend brought back from Paris.

What happens when we choose, is we become responsible in some way for those choices. Maybe that’s why is easier for some to fall into things, then there’s no way they are having to own those decisions. There must be something appealing to them to not make decisions, at all.