That’s our life.  Says Pema this morning.  And beneath it all, within it, throughout it, embracing it–is our natural internal wisdom.

I guess what makes it weird is the fumbling around.  Bumping into walls going to the bathroom.  Pouting at work ahead of me.  Wasting time reading junk novels of romantic myths.  Where is that deep spiritual knowing–gnosis–then?

Self love means that I am nestled into the arms of My Beloved.  She is holding me, rocking me like an infant to the sweet lullaby of Her love.  The birdsong reminds me.  The trees so true and green.

No matter the sky filled with colorless clouds, the earth is beneath my feet and the dear Path of true love is calling.