Day 128b: Exhausted by excess … (September 04, 2019)
It’s true that I was indeed pretty tired at this point, and yet not really tired enough to continue sleeping. And yet it is just as true that gorging on hummus sandwiches outside a Walmart in the very wee hours of any morning will tempt one indeed into a secondary slumber – and that is precisely what happened when I came across this bench just outside an antique store (The Corner Store) located just across the way from a Sheetz gas station …
“To build refuges of my own making is to construct fortresses of sand at ocean’s edge, where the relentless tides of time will inevitably flatten even my most magnificently constructed walls and leave them perfectly flat sand. And now that I understand I am ever subject to the very tides that destroys these walls of mine, I am left with the reality that my single and sole refuge can only be the Divine who created both tides and sand together; the Divine that is reflected – and in truth reborn – in every act of Love … My soul is ever utterly desirous for that single place of perfect refuge from which I can calmly & clearly see the winds rip and hear the tempests tear; a place where – despite the ferocity of the tumult – I can rest in sublime peace, as if neither wind nor thunder exist at all. And if I have not yet found such a place, it is only because I have refused to earnestly seek it. For that place resides within every sentient Soul. The path thereto is always lined with humility & gentleness, and the portal thereto is ever swung wide to those who give without limit and serve without hesitation. And once that Purpose has been found and boldly tread in any capacity, every place visited thereafter becomes both Home & Haven.” ~ via Craig D. Lounsbrough
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