Morning Quietness

[Guest guest]

This morning quietness is full of inner movement. The birds of thought are

chirping--seeking to be fed by Mother Mind. I think of Warwick at the coffee

shop and Michael busy putting things together in his own way. This satsang is

as busy as a bee. Dragonflies of doubt and hummingbirds of hope pollinate our

inner beings. To gather honey and nectar is inevitable, as are a few stings

along the way.

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> I woke up at 4:30 and couldd not get back to sleep. Bob was awake and we lay

there together for a while before I heard his snores take up again. The two of

us are on the part of the path that is rocky and steep. Every day we have

prayer together and spend lots of time apart as well. We watch different TV

shows and take walks alone. Last night I saw a bluebird flying right in front

of me. I smelled the grass and honeysuckle. The South is redolent with

magnolia now.

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> To call on the Divine Indifference is tricky for me. I am emotionally

passionate and quite obstinate about my desire for solitude. I fear some things

cannot be changed. I love the silence and fear the social isolation that it

brings. Honesty is part of my spiritual work; to spill the beans to one and

all. I am not easy to live with. That because I am intense and bounded. These

boundaries both protect me and isolate me. The walls will fall; it is just a

matter of time.

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> I ask for the help of the sangha in being strong enough to handle my life. To

take my hands off and let what be, be. To surrender to the flow of life and let

others touch me with their wisdom and kindness. May this be a blessed day for

all who seek to know the truth.

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> Vicki