My desire to create, to materialize something in the outer world, requires me to go where I prefer not to go.
Practice, for me, is a way to create fertility for God to be expressed through my own being. It’s a commitment to spending time with the Beloved each day, remaining still and alert, noticing what comes up and releasing it, creating space for Love to grow.
Our life in common matters.
Of this I am certain.
Tear drops and rain drops and my waking up to a place that will never be the same, but continues to hold endless beauty.