May October be the month we become moored to what is real and rich with hope.
May we remove the anchor we’ve thrown down into the Sea of False Belief, and recognize that liberation from every false thing is not an unmooring.
Liberation is an anchoredness, a necessary clinging to Truth.
May this be the month we feel steadiness beneath our feet.
We are not adrift.
Our sea self is learning what it means to choose which waves to ride.
