When I took this photo of the Center of a flower, I had no idea there was a tiny bug inside it. I didn't see it until I posted it!

Dearest & Nearest,

I am making an attempt to restart Your Open Classroom after a long time away (as time goes). I stopped because there was so little active participation from any of you, other than reading what is written. And because google blogger is not the easiest to navigate—and so I can understand your hesitancy to participate here. And because you all have busy lives. And because social media has become much more inviting.

However, I have decided to return—to share a bit of my life as 'teacher' and 'student' of the clear and simple way. You can visit—or not. Your Classroom is, as it has always been, always open. And you are always welcome to share. And to browse the archives. I don't care if you actively participate. It is my intention to show up anyway.

I have no idea what I will be writing here. I never do. I have very little idea what will be happening the next moment. But people live as if they actually 'know'—as if they are 'in control'—of the next moment—or the next.

I grow weary with the pretense of playing the games, acting out the roles. This is not an inner weariness. In my Center, like the center of a flower, my heart and soul sing. It is this song I am interested in. This song I want to hear, to dance to. 

The world exerts such a strong external pull—sort of like gravity that holds us in place—only gravity is friendly; it keeps us from flying into space. The pull of the world isn't friendly at all. It wants to pull the strings, keep us puppets, so that we live mechanical lives and never break free.

SO...growing weary with the pretenses of the world is a sign you are moving in a good direction, not in the bad direction of the world, but in the direction of Truth. You are no longer interested in the way of the world. You recognize that they bring you not to peace and freedom, but to false imprisonment.

You are free as soon as you recognize yourself to be.

with love, as always