No plans, no agendas, no expectations, no opinions... The day has a drift and a rhythm of its own. Our place is to find what needs to be done and do it, when, where and how it needs to be done, situation by situation, and let that be that, because the next situation is on the way. We can tell when we are willing what cannot be willed, and let it go, stepping back, standing aside, listening/looking for what is called for, and assisting as we are able, to the best of our ability, with the unfolding of the here/now in the time and place of our living, as we move through the day, one situation at a time. Imposing nothing, contriving nothing, seeking nothing, doing nothing in the right way at the right time, letting it all come forth in its own time, in its own way, as only a day knows how to do it. Flowing with the movement of the day into the movement of the night, doing what is called for all along the way.
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Stunning Maine light. Poem as true as the tide.
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