Since this posting is about the magic of ritual, it seems okay to repeat. I posted it last December 28th. This seems to be a day of repeat. I wonder what the message is, perhaps, it is about the recycling of the years.
WAITING FOR THE WATER TO BOIL
Standing at the kitchen stove early in the morning, looking past it through an open window, I feel sleepy, unfocused, fragmented, waiting for the coffee water to boil. An impulse to pray arises in me, but the thought of God remains as vague and unfocused as I feel myself to be at that moment. I am not in the mood for words. A few months ago I was in
--TOM F. DRIVER
from The Magic of Ritual