A professor once told me that, sometimes, after a tornado sweeps all the leaves off a tree, the tree thinks winter has come and no matter what season, it begins again with spring—bright blooms unfolding upon the earth once more, tenacious as time itself.

Step 1: Look at the trees.

Step 2: Know that nothing is permanent.

Step 3: Sit in the kindness that makes the world so beautiful and so terrible.