Friday, February 1, 2013

Nada: My ship came in

My ship came in, but it was a plane. I heard it coming in, over and over and over. A divine nada as the sound of a small plane landing overhead.

Now the plane awaits. We are ready for departure. A divine nada as the sound of a small plane warming up on the tarmac. It's been warming up for days.

But it isn't time to go anywhere yet. I'm right where I'm supposed to be. My intense purification is compatible with remaining on "retreat." I do what I want without pressure from without or within. If I can put it off, I do. I'm on vacation.




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