The spring snow is sifting through the slowly emerging sunlight. It gives me hope. This belated touch of darkness served to remind me how soon it will go, leaving nothing but true snow drops after it passes us.
When it snows in April, I can afford to be gracious about it: I know it will quickly fade. That's sensible, yes. Still, it's far too easy for me to fall back into December, when what sits in front of me would mean something far different.
So the challenge is to separate history's recordings from today's reality, to move beyond the way we historically see and have seen to find new, truer eyes. Many practices point us toward this: I am learning that so many disciplines of heart and head and spirit overlap and, if we are careful, can create a joyful synergy. That's what I want!
Blessings,
Marco
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