07-11-2012, 12:00 AM
The day begins with singing the world back into being. Who am I? What is required of me today? The usual machinations of the internal dialog running its lists and talking to itself until I remind it with a quiet thought that its services are no longer required. I-Am. That has to be enough. I live a varied life. When I am on the road with our business I am in work mode, slave to a time schedule not of my own choosing, but nonetheless an obligation. Working with the public, I see Life reflected back at me in a mosaic of shapes and sizes - the good, the bad and the ugly, as well as the beautiful and, occasionally, a kindred spirit. At work, I tell stories to people who need to hear them. What does that crystal mean? How does that stone work? What was this herb used for in Renaissance times? At home, I spend too much time in cyberspace, particularly in the summer when it's too hot to go piddle with an unassembled greenhouse. I hear the voice of gnosis, whispering, "You ARE the path." Meaning - I have to take it with me whether I am selling baubles at a Renaissance faire or talking to a seeker, or cleaning the cat box. The I-Am remains the same. What changes is just the scenery and the silly activities. We are the path, manifested. The rest is just window-dressing.