local to local
It is almost hot outside. I shield my eyes from the beloved sun… something so incredibly dear and yet lethal in too much abundance. Can’t live with… can’t live without. Today I peel off layers; yesterday, on the summer solstice, there was new snow in the mountains. It is not a conundrum, it is balance, just like the relationship of the specific and the whole. Our difficulty is in being the particular and thinking we are the universal, when in fact particular and universal are just another pair of strange bedfellow.