The sky is gray, streaks of white, rain filled, echoing distant thunder. The cloud moved in over the course morning with a tease of precipitation. We still wait.

I got a new desk last night, or rather an old desk which was given to me, in good condition, larger and more steady than the temporary version I made when I first came up here. With my books and shelves and other assorted furniture and collected items putting in the new desk means a morning of moving things around, creating piles, moving those piles, unknotting cords, and generally making a fine mess of things before order is restored.

All this to say, I have a bit of practical work filling my morning before I can commit to longer meditation.

Good news, though, fills my head. I’m starting a new project this week, or next at least. A historical fiction account based on the Gospels. The fun part is that much is now presently dependent on my own skill in shaping it. If I can pull it off, my collaborator, and uncle, has publishing connections so can push it through. That fact in itself is a peculiar instance which transcends my own expectations, and so I walk down this present path with an open mind, the kind that comes from potential answers from unexpected directions.

This isn’t a burden lifted, but a burden with an end, and purpose. Indeed, it requires a lot of work, a lot of training, a lot more focus than what I’ve even done in the past.

It is a delight, and more so should it help resolve the pressures of this present life and current worries.