Carve out a day every week, or an hour a day, or a moment each hour, and abide in loving silence with the Friend. Feel the frenetic concerns of life in the world fall away, like the last leaves of autumn being lifted from the tree in the arms of a zephyr. Be the bare tree.
You wouldn't think
It would be so easy
Who we really are
Or that death is always at our shoulder
Or that everything is alive
Or that God is everywhere singing.