It is difficult to follow a Rule of Life. Often I reread my rule and remind myself what it is I am supposed to doing. I never seem complete in my observance. But I try. Everyday I start over. Everyday. As if one day I will find the easy rhythm I am looking for and fall into some ancient pattern, a path I cannot stumble out of. It never happens, but each day I recommit…somedays with more energy and faith than other days. But nonetheless, I stay. I do not believe that my chosen path is the only the only path. Lately I have come to believe that there is no path at all, that the journey begins and ends not with a step but with a breathe.