There is no doing here. Just being, with an open heart.Sometimes, it’s the hardest thing. -Rev. Hans

I believe that crossing the threshold into marriage is one of the most frightening things a man can imagine. For good reason. All who cross are lost.

Now I am trying to complicate things.

What actually happened?

I've written recently, and several times, that I am happy. How does this happen?

Life —fate, luck, destiny, mystery, love— continues to knock on the door of my heart. And I choose to answer.

I wait. She may choose to deny herself. Or, with practice, she may choose herself, blossoming.

Two conversations. A man swimming, believing himself to be drowning. A woman, swimming for so long, feeling herself lost without the presence of the eternal.

The world is a whirl of vibrations. I don't always hear the music of it.

I walked with a friend yesterday. Into the forest. ... Listening to the ravens, chattering in their many and strange tongues. Wondering, always: What do they tell me? What, slowed as I am, am I ready to hear?