Sometimes I just can’t decide…yet.  There are days that precede a turn in the road and it is still foggy ahead.  Which way will I walk?  New experience or a newer experience of saying no thank you?  You can see the fork in the road come closer with each step–no matter how tiny, no matter how I shuffle.

How to honor this time of indecision–how to allow the unknown next right action to show itself.  It will be clear, it will be done, I will survive (or not).

At the same time, listening to an old friend on the phone awaiting news of terminal disease taking over his slight life-beaten body.  Nothing to do but to hear the train roaring towards us in the distance.  We will all leave this world with a body that is done.

Today I open open open once again, practicing over and over the mystical exercise of brilliantly embracing every minuscule moment of grace on this thrilling planet encased in this perplexing mix of clay and cosmic spiritual dust.