The storm is an awesome, awe-full, awe-inspiring reminder that ultimately we are not in charge.
It was gray when I woke and mostly gray—though not raining most of the day. For a few fine minutes the sky called me to watch.
The ubiquitous exhortation to love that we find in so many spiritual teachings does not, I think, require us to love the individual as an individual. Loving an individual particularly requires liking, and liking is an idiosyncratic thing and as with all tendencies and preferences is much out of our control, even though acquirable to some extent. The love exhorted as a spiritual practice and aim to be possible must be that of the universal, of what is common, even if the only thing that is in common is the fact of being.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
