Early this morning I added my Renovare Institute reading schedule to my shabbatical reading schedule, noting the splendid overlap of purpose and desired outcomes. That was okay. Then I reviewed the syllabus, and looked at the seriousness of the practice, and the educational expectations. And heard Beautiful Daughter rousing and the chickens clucking and the laundry cycling. Not to mention the scores of apricots dropping from the tree and the job I'm not currently doing but at least vaguely expect to return to.
They say that when the student is ready the teacher will come. I'm a little afraid the teacher may come whether the student is ready or not.
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