The next morning…

Yesterday I wrote about depression, a word that drops like a tome heavy on the floor of a library while the echos reverberate awkwardly in everyone’s ears. Today I woke up feeling happy, groggy yes, but ready to go. This can actually be a trap for me, if I don’t recognize it early and think … More The next morning…

The Road Home

An ant hurries along a threshing floor with it’s wheat grain, moving between huge stacks of wheat, not knowing the abundance all around. It thinks one grain is all there is to love. So we choose a tiny seed to be devoted to. This body, one path or one teacher. Look wider and farther. The … More The Road Home

learning

It feels painful to realize that I have been asleep, or some kind of asleep for the past few months. Not complete, but I feel this prickly sensation that I have not really noticed and taken advantage of the lessons offered to me, suddenly I don’t know who I am, people who I would have … More learning