Life these days feels as fragile, and as regular, as breath. I do not take anything for granted - of course that's not true, I take unaccountable things for granted, but there is a tear in the fabric of ordinary reality through which surprise gets in. This is perhaps called awareness. A hole of light and dark, the yin yang hole where the universe intrudes on my usual blindness.
G. said that the other day that we are blind to the sacred in our lives, that it happens to us and only later do we begin to understand the event or movement or interaction to have been of the sacred path. The sacred in my life seems to be getting larger, that means the ordinary eye cannot predict what is going to happen, cannot comprehend it in the moment.
This is frightening to the ordinary eye, and what I need to remember is that this doesn't mean this is frightening in and of itself. What's happening is sacred, it contains light and dark - not fright. Why should I be afraid of the sacred? If I back away from the holy, this is the opposite direction where I need to go. I need to stand in the holy and be aware of it - even if I am blind to the fullness of the moment.
