Glad for the light of morning

Before Enlightenment:  Chop wood; carry water.

After Enlightenment:     Chop wood; carry water.



This is such an intense time in my life and in the life of my family. 
Mostly I am so mindful of the kindness of friends and strangers. 
Kindness brings me crumbling to my knees.  It is like grace.

Sometimes the clarity of this life is blinding to me.

During other hours, I am without sight of any kind.  I fumble and fall.

And still there is wood to be chopped and water to be carried.

When I am not gripped with fear, I am mostly so grateful.

Life can be so tender. 

I want to always be mindful that we are sacred---all life is sacred.

And I need to do sit-ups.  And get some new eye liner. And feed the dog.

And sing.