Dissolving Without Despairing: How to enter the wondrous flow of becoming

I’m falling apart.

This has always been the case, but I’ve noticed it more lately because my family is moving. Our possessions, fresh out of cardboard boxes, are a random scatter of stuff. It’s as if our former home has dissolved.

The house we’re moving into is also dissolving. It’s old; we’ve been told that some of the foundation stones were dragged here by horses. Since then, maintenance has been…patchy. The roof, insulation, heating, and innumerable other things are in various stages of diss...