Struggling in the midst of chores, I wonder: why do we spend so much time not doing that which we love to do? How is it that the balance of life always tilts away from the heart?
It is the reason this meditation is so short. I was so caught up in maintenance I had little time for wonder. There is so much more I wanted to write about, but it wasn't meant to be.
If I could, I would write most of the time. I would imagine great things, and then sweep the floor.