I like to stand in the shower, like a horse in the racket of the rain.\u00c2\u00a0 But once, when I was younger and more susceptible, I drew a tub of hot water.\u00c2\u00a0 I was living with a girlfriend who was already uncomfortable having me around\u00e2\u20ac\u201da disconcerting telescoping of the years I had been married.<\/p>\n
Alone for the evening, coughing up phlegm and hoarse, I stepped into the steaming tub.\u00c2\u00a0 Then a happy thought arose: I would sing a song with a cheerful melody and uplifting lyrics.<\/p>\n
But it came out a wailing lamentation.<\/p>\n
I stopped and listened in the silence.\u00c2\u00a0 And I heard how this wailing, accidentally arisen, was how I really felt about my life.<\/p>\n
And I let myself wail in earnest.<\/p>\n
I had stumbled onto a path that led me out of a dead-end past, and a whole new landscape then hove into view.<\/p>\n
Sometimes knowledge<\/em> shows up just because we step into an unfamiliar space<\/em> and relax long enough to see time<\/em> rising off the surface of our lives, like mist blowing off the sea.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I like to stand in the shower, like a horse in the racket of the rain.\u00c2\u00a0 But once, when I was younger and more susceptible, I drew a tub of hot water.\u00c2\u00a0 I was living with a girlfriend who was … Continue reading