Tuesday, April 26, 2011
The Work of a Lifetime...
It must just be that we mortals never really get life all figured out. The brain may be overachieving and whip-smart, but the soul is a remedial, wayward student, forever forgetting yesterday’s lessons. I’ve always known that one reason I write is to remind myself to do as I say. Now, I’m also realizing that I have to keep learning and practicing the same things over and over again — silence, patience, acceptance, faith, gratitude for what is — until slowly, bit by bit, what I know to be true becomes who I am. To say that it’s a process is an understatement.
It is, I suppose, the work of a lifetime.