The day was beautiful from beginning to end. Summer approaches, yet it is Spring I see. Even at night, the gentle breeze and cool air delight the senses, calm the soul.

So, calm in fact, I’m sleepy now. For whatever reason I’ve been sleepy these last couple of days, taking afternoon naps for the first time in a long while. Exercise of body and brain perhaps.

I do feel the blandness rising of a distanced spirituality. In moments like these the rituals can be comforting, going about the various times and ceremonies because they are scheduled. When a person sets their own schedule, without having a specific goal or hope, it gets more difficult.

But, I plod on, sometimes more spiritual, sometimes more practical, still trying to find real balance.

It is an odd thing to realize one’s own profound immaturity. It is like standing at the bottom of the tallest mountain, unable even to see the top through the clouds, and knowing that the only goal worth having is getting to the very peak.

That is how I feel now. I stand at the foot of the mountain, and take my little steps up the well worn paths.