we find ourselves caught up in turbulence, itself
containing, like rapids and waterfalls, order of a more
difficult and subtle level within the river of life. As Joni
Mitchell sings, "You don't know what you've got till it's
gone ..."
As I get out of the car, I inwardly bow to these
wayfarers for anointing the airspace of this
necessarily civilized hospital parking lot with a
refreshing dose of natural wildness.
TRY: Drawing back the veil of unawareness to
perceive harmony in this moment. Can you see it in
clouds, in sky, in people, in the weather, in food, in
your body, in this breath? Look, and look again, right
here, right now!
Early Morning
Even though he had no job to go to, no children to
feed and get off to school, no external reasons to get
up early, it was Thoreau's custom, for the time he
lived at Walden, to wake early in the morning and
bathe in the pond at dawn. He did it for inner reasons,