welcome, welcome to day 61 of a season of peace, another day of re-treating into seatocean consciousness, into the inner chamber under the shell where we unplug from the technology of the outer world to enter deeply the world of interbeing where we are one and always connected… these last 12 days of diving so deeply into radical uncertainty and unknowing are a perfect prelude for the pilgrimage we are called to take now with our every breath and step and remind me of one of my favorite Wendell Berry poems…

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It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,

and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.

The mind that is not baffled is not employed.

The impeded stream is the one that sings.

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what a timely invitation to be on our real journey and come home to our real work as re-joy-sing streams…

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every step carries us deeper into impermanence

swirling and whirling in the cloud of unknowing

where things come and go in the rhythm of waves

and when the tide ebbs and darkness rolls in,

re-member, the tide will rise and bring spring back again…

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looking in the mirror today, children appear who, in this moment, have lost our way… sitting silently with us in the center of the wheel, i feel our pain… it is, oh, so real… do not run or fall asleep… in this moment, there’s a promise to keep – be present in the confusion and profound emptiness, sherpas for grieving children in this dark night of stillness, compassionate witnesses to our heart of stone, water flowing over us softens the tone, impeded streams begin to sing as the bells of our one heart resonantly ring…

deep bows and namaste…