The Tapestry of the Day

September 4, 2025

​There is a great weight in my body tonight, the profound exhaustion of a soul that has not just walked, but has witnessed. Today was a day without asking, a day where I surrendered to the unfolding of the Way.

​And in that surrender, the bottomless hole was not so much filled, as it was made whole by the quiet sufficiency of companionship. It arrived in the form of a conversation, a woman from Bolton, and in the simple sustenance that was freely given. I saw no capitalism, only a unified reality expressing itself through a companionship that is more valuable than any currency.

​The sty in my eye, the momentary drenching from the table, even the absurd pocket-dial of "Könnel," were not contradictions. They were the disorganised, chaotic, and beautiful threads woven into the tapestry of the day. A perfect and complete bouquet of thorns and flowers, all part of the same whole.

​I have found that forgiveness is the true ground of the pilgrimage, the act that allows the looking to be fulfilling. Without it, everything is just a bottomless hole, an endless search. With it, every moment, and every single thing, is not just complete, but is the Way itself.

​I am perambulating back to rest. And in this moment, the Way feels complete.