Lapses

I have come back today from a place far removed from writing and meditation. I was immersed for several days in what most people call day-to-day life. Funny how short the days seem in that frame of existence. They whiz by. Nights become dreamless blanks as the weary body repairs and reboots. I prefer the usual practiced pace of my life. It is very difficult to stay on the middle path without writing and meditation. I realize that the middle path is easily overlooked by those on the fast path of material life. It is part of my practice to try to point out the middle path to those who may have overlooked it.