That is what was given to me in meditation this morning–that no matter what my choices my heart should be drawn to the path that is as luxurious, simple and beautiful as a walk in the park.

Fighting for survival–the worry of not enough, the doom of massive debts, the horror of struggle–is a story.  Despite any downsizing or move, adjustment or payment plan, it will not kill me, yet the fear is as if a knife is at my throat.  In a culture of capitalism, where stuff accumulated is success, I continue to practice feeling free of no-thing.

I stand in a path with options of so-called career, job applications, intensifying my spirit reading skills, supporting a partner and more.  As a human, merely being, I am so easily distracted by “right and wrong” choices.  No such thing.

Today I fall back into the soft grass in a forest clearing created by fairies, lie on my back and watch the clouds drift along, sun and shade and shadow easily grace my face.  I fill up with birdsong, trees rustling, breeze caress.  Moving through this day, step by step, is a walk in the park.