Day by day, tiny specks of us float away.

Day by day, tiny specks of us float away.

It is from that region of silence, that wordless knowing comes.

People around us change and circumstances change. We can often find ourselves struggling against those things.

We live in an age of knowledge, with the great god Google, that we can refer to at any time on any subject.

I live in California, where there's a lot of driving entailed. I'm usually going somewhere to be on time to meet someone so I'm necessarily engaged in time. And yet, how can I in that moment of driving my car, be aware of that which is not going anywhere?

When we fall utterly, something gathers us up. But our falling must be without reservation, without expectation, without hope, though not hopeless. You cant plan that kind of falling. When you abandon yourself utterly to life, the river will flow, and the log jam will free. Impossible is another word for grace. Who wouldve thought it, life takes another turn, and you are gathered up into a whole different way of seeing and being.