It’s springtime in Minnesota, and it seems there’s no better time to witness the abundance around us. The sage wisdom outside my haven inspires all that I write here, and due credit is given. And all of the other teachers in my life, too many to mention, are with me here today and every day. I give reverence to the Divine teacher, the saints and healers that guide me, and the pure and holy teachings themselves.
I have disciplined myself to begin each day with meditation, prayer, reflection, and gratitude…except when I don’t. Often I am distracted and ungrounded and simply go through the motions, knowing that it’s better than doing nothing at all. At several periods in my life, I have felt my tools are not serving me as well as they could, but I never question the methods. I realize it’s the practitioner and not the practice itself.
I am off to spend some time with my 15 yr old daughter, my truest test of patience and love. Someday, when I am old and crabby, our roles will be reversed.
