silent morning
reading and writing and
tripping out
only in a secondary way does morning practice become a discipline that keeps me grounded in the order and the disorder of daily life in this unpredictable, unruly world we are all living in right now. what are we all doing here anyway? learning the art of allowing, of getting along, of accommodating and adjusting….one-day-at-a-time. it’s not easy and there is no escape. the trick is to remain engaged, don’t go spinning off too far or tripping out. just like patience, practice pays.
