You run the road, but do you see the pressed ground underneath the road, the muscled hours that spread it out, the large machinery employed, the unions, contracts, regulations, the slow budget approval process without which you’d have no road, just a washed-out muddy track steadily crumbling, falling back to land unfit for wheels?
Journal
Two sides of the void
I have always written in journals and notebooks, but since 2011 I have been keeping separate journals of spiritual practice. A single journal might span years (dependent on its heft), so it often feels like a milestone when I reach the end of one and start a new journal. Last night I completed a journal that was begun in August 2019. In the photo it’s the thick black journal on top of the stack; the large-format gold journal is the new one, a gift my wife gave me a couple of years ago which I have saved for this. When […]