More of the Same

The tomorrow I'd so looked forward to was like that—more of the same. No door opened, revealing a golden path of light. The person I hoped to hear from remained silent. The mail I've been anticipating for weeks failed yet again to arrive. A contract fell through. The advice I eagerly sought wasn't forthcoming. Support systems seemed fragile, barely existing at all.

Meanwhile, the sun ramped up its activity, more boldly announcing its lion-like, summer self. Come August, just a few short weeks away, the temperature will approach or surpass 100 most days. This past week, we've all felt it coming, and yesterday I noticed the first signs that the green hills will soon be yellow.

The world's windows are always opening despite our assumptions, desires, and disappointments. The magic we're a part of but only tune in to sometimes happens all around us and in us. Even when we don't think so, it's saving us, restoring and encouraging us onward.

This summer I'm often going to be contemplating the slippery balance between closed doors and windows opening. Yes, doors and windows can form the basis of an excellent equanimity practice, reminding us that we are always going. No matter what condition we are in, we are always going.

To where? For what reason? Be open to any and all answers.

May your balance be as supple and as sure as you need it to be.