As you probably know, I’ve just moved from San Francisco to Indiana. Things haven’t been exactly smooth. I find myself grasping everywhere for the familiar, routine, comfort and control…

As I wrote in an email just yesterday, “I honestly don’t know what is right. It’s like asking someone to make a clear headed decision when they are in the midst of a whirlwind of thoughts. I can’t even find my deodorant, I feel totally out of control, lost and scared, but at the same time I am optimistic and learning from all the changes, I see that this is causing me to expand and things seem just as spiritual as ever (even though hard). You say truth is what you want from me. It’s hard to find the truth in the middle of everything, I am contemplating impermanence all the time. That seems like as solid of a truth as I can find right now.” I’ll leave you with this quote by Thinly Norbu, from A Cascading Waterfall of Nectar:

This happiness and bliss of god and humans
Is like food that is mixed with poison,
So may I not have desire for even one single hair of this.
All relatives, food, wealth, and suitable companions
Are impermanent, like magic and dreams.
May I never  have attachment for even one single hair of this.