Sometimes I just get tired.  This is a human talking, after all.  The spirit is alive, bright, open, warm and full inside me.  But the body feels worn.

Nothing is wrong.  All is what it is.  Don’t add anxiety to the feeling.  I feel what I feel and then something changes.

I’m amazed at how religion gets so stuck in right/wrong, yes/no, duality.  Even the new age stuff–if you have a reality you don’t like–well it’s your own fault.  Interesting to add guilt to hard times.

Christ, Buddha, Martin Luther King, Billy Graham, and the Dalai Lama all had hard times.  They sure don’t get accused of doing something “wrong”, or not praying enough.

We’re human.  Human things happen to humans.  A perfect human makes a good mistake every day.  A good mistake is one where I see what I stepped in and don’t need to track it through the home of me.  And I have a better idea where to step next time.

But there is always more manure on the earth–that, after all, is what humans are made out of–dust of the earth. 

Now that is a wonderful thought–that I am as lovely and valuable and deep and full and blessed as the dirt of this most amazing planet.