Notes from Dec. 4th

The search for a path through life

Photo: Moss on a fallen log, Tallman Park.

There are times when I have some specific subject of interest to me that I write about; and then there are the times when I’m just writing about being alive and present within the context of a given moment.

This is one of those latter times.

Over the past few days, several people I know who engage in inner work á la Gurdjieff have expressed a disturbing sense of despair over whether “the work” really has any purpose or significance. These are people of a younger age (in their 40s) with some experience of both esoteric ideas and the influence of higher energies. Despite exposure to a solid foundation of “real material,” and direct teachings and so on, they’re filled with doubt.

We should all be filled with some doubt; but not completely filled with doubt.

It's easy to forget that we exist and think in pieces, and are rarely whole.