the door, the fence
You can see it, you can hear it, but you just can’t get to it. The door is there, it opens, but even when it is just a short distance away, there is no access.
Life holds such moments at every turn. We can look at attaining access to the door, there is a way in, but the time, or the moment is just not right
You can walk closer, but the fence is still there, the door is still there, but at the moment in time while you are standing there …you can only look and contemplate. How badly you want access to that door, will determine what actions you will take. Even if you obtain access to the door, what then, the operation of the plane is in someone else’s skill set, not yours.
Such situations when they occur, bring to our attention how well we do with waiting, being patient, and learning to appreciate that this is a lesson that is important. We may not know why it is, not at the moment, we are looking through the fence… but as sure as night follows day, why the delay, or why the opportunity presented itself, will be known.
PL Precept #18 Each moment is a turning point
PL Precept # 5 One’s Self is lost by being Emotional
Being upset by something we have no control over, nor change is a waste of energy. Instead, be grateful you are alive to live the moment, and that in doing so, life is progressing, and from the experience, you will gain inner strength.. focus on the positives… the fence will stay there, but you will find a way, it is only at that one moment, that access is not possible. If there is a fence, there is a gate, if there is a door, someone will eventually come to that door.
Change is the only constant in life.
Oyashkiri
I have stopped listening to the audio recording of 
Good morning,
Being a Taoist, for me landscaping was all about bringing nature to my property so that it would as closely resemble natural growth, Susan shared that passion, when I bought a home with a double lot, she said, I’m going to get more land too. She moved to a place where she had the kind of lot that she could build on. We were off to the races, every week-end we toured miles of countryside looking for landscaping places that would offer us plants that were not the standard backyard fare.
When I remarried in the late 90’s, we didn’t get to spend the time together that we did before, but anytime we did meet up, we picked up just where we left off. That was the kind of relationship we had. The bond we had created when we were younger, held like glue. The years passed, friends in our lives changed, but still, we knew each other like one hand knows the other.
She is gone now, at least the human form is no longer here. But her presence, the secrets we shared, the long evenings of simply “being” in the same space, discovering our “selves”.. that will always be.
