Our personalities, relationships, and vocations are points on a continuum of never-ending impermanence, like perennial flowers blooming over and over again. They are never exactly the same, yet always layered with accumulated past impressions.

This will be one of those moments in years to come that people remember where they were when they got the news. And this is what felt so yogic about it to me: the unifying experience of being present, together, for something that was at once ineffably shared and deeply personal.

Old favorite tunes provide a certain comfort, but new delights are lifeblood, and new challenges are the raw material of growth.