Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Day Forty-five

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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