Relaxing after a good week’s work; flanked on either side by a sleepy house cat. Had a nice fire last night, and we’re off to see Star Trek later this afternoon.
Taking care of the spirit by tending the physical.
“Honor your vices,” a teacher once told me, “because this work is so hard.”
Who am I to argue with my Elders?
So often on the path to healing there’s the urge to chuck everything that isn’t “spiritual.” But when it really starts to click – and things begin to align – we come to realize that there is no separation; and something as simple as a cup of coffee or an afternoon of cleaning out the garage becomes good medicine.
We make a little space by getting rid of the things that no longer serve us. We take some time to cultivate the things that do. We go looking for things to get rid of and find only vague outlines in the dust on an otherwise empty shelf where once they were kept. . .