I’m sitting here in front of a blank screen being egged on by an insistent voice that I write. I keep telling it that I don’t know what to write. Just do it, it says. “I can’t!” I yell back. I hear Sarah in that voice: pouty, not yet aware of her abilities. Okay, I’ll write, but this decision is my own! Even though this spirit is insistent. The old masters weren’t crazy after all; God does speak out of the blue, and a host of other spirits as well. We humans need to distinguish ou...

I try, first, to clear my mind. It’s an old habit from my Zen meditation training. But then ensues a tug and pull, while I dismiss the random thoughts which come into the empty mind at the same time that I check them for any related meaning to my current life path. I’m after a focused intention after all. One sentence that captures where I’m at, or what I’m after. Sometimes just a word at first, grasping at a center around which my thoughts can coalesce. “Work.” That’s a start. I...

Rocks are neither brighter nor more stupid than us, it’s just that they have different interests. A rock’s interest lies with the center of the earth. A rock will never learn our language, move on its own, or be curious about something else when its interest lies entirely, devotionally, uni-dimensionally on one state, and one state only: to reach the center of the earth. Every atom of a rock’s being has this one purpose. We may say that Gravity is what makes this rock seek center, but wha...