This, then, becomes my prayer. Thank you for the blessing of the dark night of the soul. In the darkness, I can look up and contemplate the stars.

The path of awakening is a slow one. It happensĀ as I eat my breakfast, wash the dishes and the clothes, run after kids and cats, kiss my husband. No, thats not quite right, I don’t eat breakfast. But the sentiment remains. The Great I Am, that which contemplates us, contemplating it, is with us every…

I am blessed in the struggle poised in the moment of belief and dispair. I seek and in the seeking return to myself over and over again. I seek and in the moment of setting my thought I brush up against the edge again. I seek and am blessed in the seeking. If I did…