Out on the cold windy river today, I knew that sometimes, the longer we're here, the more past we sift through, slowly each day, and the more nicely composted old tough stuff becomes. And the more pure peace of mind we find we are living with each day .
You feel it coming up, a grudge or a fleeting sad thing or pain or loss or disappointment or hurt or anger.
And, I'm telling you , up it cones, welcomed, to have a moment with you just watching.
And no matter how small or big and lousy, as you be with it without evasion , it then turns and goes and settles back down, better than it ever had before.
Til slowly you are left being someone walking around ,living your days, with mostly settled stuff.
Until finally, after years of welcoming what comes up ,instead of boxing it up or enduring it with all kinds of unfortunate assists, the flow of stuff begins to ebb.
And you get to embrace being just like we are, right here. And finally, you realize that, with your good tenacious work, peace has sometimes arrived at last.
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