I wish I could just have mints in my pocket to suck on when I need to cleanse my breath and inner self with ease.  To let the tangy comfort taste flow from my mouth through my throat and tingle my body with the sensation of stimulating peace.  Ease.  Ease.  Easy is what does it.

Because today my heart is tearing up with sadness of loss.  My mind is jumping at the lists all around me, and my body is breathing shallow with the tasks ahead of me. 

NIT-picking is what I practice: what is the SMALLEST Next Indicated Thing to do.   Have you ever combed nits out of a child’s hair?  To get a comb with the closest teeth to pull through tangled hair with lice eggs the size of this dot . Here again, patience. 

Allowing the next indicated thing to come to me, sitting quietly and feeling the magnetism of the brook of life to gurgle a call for me to float, tread water, feel the rush of cold glacial melt wake my feet to a squeal.

Easy squealing at the icy hot sad full paradox of the day–grasping Her hand who skips and giggles beside me.  She has to stifle her laugh at my furrowed brow and whispers: “There is nothing wrong.  All is in flow.  The Way is here and now.  You are complete ease and comfort.  Let’s play!”