What a blessing that would be!  To always have peace that goes beyond all understanding.  To set aside trying to figure anything out.  To release the idea that anything can be comprehended at all.  And no matter what seemed to be going on (all of it stories), to feel a core-quieting calm.

Someone said to me this morning: “If it is a paradox, it must be truth.”  That statement in itself is a paradox, but certainly sounds true.  Especially as a human merely being, what a laugh to even pretend to assume understanding of anything.  God is too big, the universe is endless, even the tiniest microscopic element in this mysterious computer and fascinating explosion of time and space for me to type here/now and you read it there/then is hysterically uncomprehensible.

Thus, today I keep with the peace.  Calm at the core.  Claiming personal instant here and now love.  Declaring that I am, as I am, no matter what seems to swirl around–and within–me, good and plenty.