It is hard to quiet tonight. The wind is blowing and the weather is changing. We've had as much to do as there are leaves around, it seems. The stone waits patiently. I don't need energy, I need to rest. But at first, the only rest seems to fight with things; unfinished things, unbalanced things. How to rest with all that and not finish it, balance it all?
While sitting, letting go and being OK with things does seem a kind of energy, an inner balance, a return to gentle movement inside, a recollection that what is difficult outside will move in time and space beyond anything I can conjure.
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