Being human and having a body that wears out and has dysfunctions can be a pain in the ass.  It hurts when I sit.  What does that tell me?  “Don’t sit” you say.  Well, I suppose I could get a tall table and stand at work instead of sitting at a desk.

Here I am at my home office standing at my keyboard.  That’s a bit awkward, but it is easier on my butt.  My body telling me to walk more than sit.  My bills and boss telling me to sit and do work more than run around having fun.

Following spiritual lessons as translated through the body is a tricky path.  And, as this human distracted spirit, I doubt myself at every turn.  Sure, exercise.  Leave my job and be a poor hermit.  Just walk more.  When, in the middle of the night?  Who needs sleep and rest. 

They say to give up the argument.  If I gave up this human/spirit argument, would I expire and go to heaven?  The quest of an addict–to go back to the womb the fast (ineffective) way.

I lean on the Divine One to remind me of bliss.