What I need for the terrain ahead seems to be mysteriously sprinkled around me days, weeks, months, or even years before I need it. There is an inexplicable resonance—a knowing that doesn’t conform to my linear timeline and context.

I recognize it.

Wisdom cannot be known with the mind alone; it animates within me. I am known, and I know.

And still, I forget.

Practices draw me back to the center. I return. I drink deeply. I remember.

There is spaciousness inside to keep going.