The last few days have been warm enough to actually sit outside and watch ice melt, always one of my favorite activities though I usually don’t get around to it until late March or early April. I know water is an overused metaphor for spirituality but truly, watching it transform from rigid ice to flowing water is always astounding to me . . .
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I have been aware lately of the depth of my personal resistance to awakening – it’s not pretty – and that’s what I wrote about. Honesty in this regard, as opposed to struggling for some spiritual ideal, seems prudent. Or easier anyway. How little we have to do when you get down to it . . .
Work and a couple other writing projects have taken a fair amount of my time lately – and watching ice melt, of course – and so I haven’t been posting as much or tending to comments or my inbox and so forth. There’s a freeze coming; I’ll regain my rhythm. In the interim, thank you, as always, for being here in your patient, kind and attentive way. It means more than you know.