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Bachelor Week
Darlene is at a weeklong quilting workshop in Bar Harbor, so Sophie and I are in charge here at the cottage.
She is dozing on my Sanibel sweatshirt on the bed as I write. We can hear the waves through one of the windows, which I cracked open.
While I recorded today’s Morning Journal, she was running on the beach nearby with a couple of dog buddies, minded by our friends Pam and Marie.
Somewhere out at sea a big storm kicked up waves that have been pounding the beach here the past couple of days. It’s a relentless display of nature’s power.
When I’m right-sized, my day goes better.
Standing in front of those waves, feeling the cold foam on my bare feet, makes me feel like a rookie mystic.
“Your life as sacred ground” is the subtitle of Mirabai Starr’s new book, Ordinary Mysticism. I have been highlighting excerpts like crazy on my Kindle. Here’s the most recent:
To be an ordinary, everyday mystic is to take your rightful place on the throne of what is.
Exactly.
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