220223 What I learned in my studies this morning 2

Roots run deep under

Storms rage, peril incarnate.

Willows bend, adapt.

Daily Stoic:

We live in trying times, but they are not the same as those of our forebears.

The bread lines and perennial 'man on the street in a sandwich board' days are in the past. Though many of the same problems still affect us — unemployment, homelessness, alcohol and drugs — they are not of the same degree as the straits during the Great Depression.

In the midst of all this, I find myself remarkably blessed. I hold a steady job, live in a good house, have a loving family and good friends.

I even have time to meditate on the meaning of life and what it is to be a good man.

I've had challenges in life, all but one surmountable without too much struggle.

How deep do my roots go?

Today's Meditation: