Monday, August 8, 2016
I am not at the whim of fate, or habit. I like the idea that I am yet a story to be written, in progress. This gives me the sense that the future, however long or short, is not decided beforehand. I keep my plans on the level of preference, but I try to stay open to other possibilities. Mediation keeps self-centeredness rather small. It is always there, but not so controlling. A diary is one way to examine how the story is going along. A daily examine of the day shows me if habit won out more than inspiration, courage, and openness. The unreflective life can become a rut. A little wilderness time in silence and solitude, can show me a different story on the horizon.