WORDS LIKE LIGHT
Monday, December 6, 2021
In a way, life is always leading a crusade. Every present moment is a historic movement for freedom. It’s like the here and now is always a drive toward excellence and boundlessness, a campaign that is successful the moment it begins, which is right now. Even though I only occasionally realize it, I am part of a solemn but pleasant struggle toward deliverance and enchantment. The present moment – including me – always does battle with fears about the future and past, and is always victorious. Each and every moment waves two flags simultaneously – that of battle, and that of victory. I feel fortunate to be part of such a serious and satisfying offensive.
THE SKILLFUL GARBAGE BAG (about Braelynn J., 52, Blessings, CT) (written with the help of random words taken from www.randomlists.com) She said she was sure if she wore a silky, knee-length skirt the garbage bag would be good to her, would give her the guarantee of tenderness in the tough job of cleaning up the yard. As the skirt swirled along, she felt like she was skiing around the yard, easily winning the big battle with brush and twigs and limbs. The garbage bag brought her hope as it sat there getting stuffed and smiling. It was like an accomplished, enduring donkey doing what its master with the stunning knees wished. The cowardly so-called tough job shrunk away as the dexterous garbage bag filled itself full and the skirt cooperated in its impeccable, streamlined way.
And here are some scenes from our sunrise walk along the Mystic River yesterday morning …