My Tao reading this morning talks about devotional practice helping me have a body that is an unshakable monument to spiritual devotion.  That sounds so far off for this tiny piece of protoplasm on a small planet in a mid-sized system on the edge of this galaxy.

I’d like to be unshakable.  Lately I feel like a twisted leaf in a rushing river–and not floating well at all.  I feel torn at the edges and my persistent human brain keeps fighting the flow instead of lying back and enjoying the ride.  There is a warrior inside–sometimes with the notion that it is a “spiritual” warrior–that wants to let others know how “unspiritual” they are being.

The irony is not lost to me.

Today I practice a life of serenity, allowing Her to have Her Way with me.  The Way of the Peaceful Warrior is path of a familiar labyrinth in the deep woods.  The deer of Diana nibble at the edges, and Her rabbit consorts run through the middle gracing my steps.  Frogs belch deep love songs to me from the stream.  With this surrounding me, I am unshakable.