This is how you spend this afternoon, and tomorrow morning, and tomorrow afternoon. Squeak into a gap in the soil, turn, and unlock-more than a maple- a universe. If you can find them they shift and vanish too. We are making hay when we should be making whoopee we are raising tomatoes when we should be raising Cain, or Lazarus. The world is wilder than that in all directions, more dangerous and bitter, more extravagant and bright. It is so self-conscious, so apparently moral, simply to step aside from the gaps where the creeks and winds pour down, saying, I never merited this grace, quite rightly, and then to sulk along the rest of your days on the edge of rage. “Thomas Merton wrote, “there is always a temptation to diddle around in the contemplative life, making itsy-bitsy statues.” There is always an enormous temptation in all of life to diddle around making itsy-bitsy friends and meals and journeys for itsy-bitsy years on end.
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