morning

The sun is warm and it feels nice that way. I realized I am getting more ready for warmer weather… not hot weather mind you, just warm. The birds are active outside, chasing each other. Ravens are showing their more mischievious and dastardly sides, stealing eggs from nests as the parents screech from nearby branches.

A squirrel jumped on my balcony, frantically looked around, wandered up and down the posts, then leaped to the ground. Bugs fly around the small white flowers on trees. Light green shoots are on the tips of the fir trees, new growth, a fringe of Spring activity. It is not particularly quiet in these parts, but it is quite lovely.

Spiritual growth is a lot like escaping from prison. We have a spoon in hand, and we are tunneling our way through cement and hard dirt. It takes a great deal of time to make even the slightest progress. So slow some even say it is impossible to break free, to find light. It isn’t, not at all, it just takes plodding along daily, continually. And just because someone has been around for a while, doesn’t mean they’ve been properly active in progression.

I feel this today, wondering where the months and years have gone, realizing I’ve made progress. At first, when one discovers the possibilities, discovers the hope, hears of others who have made their way, it is exciting. The idea of it all motivates, changes, transforms. Then, it all settles down in the steady rhythm of real progress.

I realize the growth, see the maturity, the change in just the last week, month, or year and I am content. Though it is slow going, very slow. Few things in this world are the province of old men and women any more. True spirituality is very much, but only if they have grown old by steadily moving along since they were young. I am young, and see the path, know the length.

Steady onward.