Like just sitting in the shallow part of the lake and letting the silt settle down.  My website is still not alive and well.  I speak to no one but myself and the Dear One.  Which is what it always is, I suppose.  Whoever is, is part of the Divine. 

Reading Meister Eckhart these days, another brilliant heretic who comprehended Buddhism without the Heart Sutra to read.  A Taoist who never saw the Tao Te Chin.  He speaks of the original blessing–that we are co-creators with the limitless power of the Divine.  And it makes so much sense.  We are an evolving piece of art, reproducing with each touch of the keyboard, swipe of the paintbrush, breath and spoken word throughout the day.

Today I quiet the irrational disturbance, the inner arguments, the nasty judgments and let those useless and tiny points of dirt settle into Gaia’s soul.  I take the mud and make a gift back to the earth from which I came.