Forewarned against the extremes, I seek to place myself in the point of equilibrium. Strong thoughts, strong actions are as a man stumbling about in an open boat on a turbulent sea. I may not be able to calm the storm around me, yet I can act from experience and wisdom, and sit down.
Each night at midnite, on retiring to my room, I place myself quietly on the seat of my little boat, tuck in my legs, breath deeply and listen for the slowing of the wash along my bow. In this place, while others sleep and gather wool, I can recall the words of masters before me and my personal realisations from the day, from the week, from the small story feeding my life.
I do not have some secret wire leading to a great source of intuition and no talking-head creation force. I am not trying to go anywhere. Just sitting in balance in the moment clearly aware of how quickly I can lose focus and begin flailing about.
