So in all this stuff, there are glimpses of the people who lived intriguing lives and suffered and transgressed and triumphed. What was going on with the devoted things? It is the details which bring it to life. It is the details which show me the depth of soul which lies behind all this theory and the gathering up of facts.
It was cold this morning. In the night there was heavy rain and when the darkness lifted, there across the Maniototo Plains there was snow on the mountaintops. Snow! In the first week of March! After our group meditation, I walked in the cool, shadowy morning, down to the caravan. I turned on the gas heater, made coffee and waited for those who might seek a few minutes in this warm little space.
People have been silent now for more than 48 hours,and the cessation of noise is beginning to do its work. As in a glass full of muddy water left to stand, time and stillness bring clarity. One by one people came to sit for a while and talk and it was in the details that I glimpsed a depth of soul behind the theory and the facts of lives. It is all so tender, and beautiful. It is all so deep and painful. It is all so privileged.