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The Empty Vessel
It was an unusual 'weekend' for me. Several group members had asked me, jokingly, if I had taken a vow of silence. I knew that I was in receiving mode, with no wish to project outside myself.
10/23/09 07:59:51 am, 
Lord, I am not worthy
I had an experience recently, which, though I am not 'religious', recalled these words from childhood, meaningless to me then:
How I see Things Now
It became clear last week what the Work means to me now. We were on holiday in Italy. On the first day we were both violently ill; the 'vacation' became an 'evacuation', not only of body waste, but of emotional toxins, old turning thoughts, and every expectation.
An Oil Change
I felt the anger rising in me, old, dirty anger, like engine oil that badly needed to be changed.
Cavan Celebrations 2008
From Friday night on, I had sought to bring head and sensation together. They flanked me, like two elephants, as in the Indian analogy. But what was the horse doing?