Dear Friends and Family,
I came upon an old memory this week, wondering about weeping as I walked along the river. In the reflections that follow, the memory winds around a thread of inquiry on intelligence and instinct, which we began last week in “Weeping Is So Visceral: Is It Absent Intelligence?”
I suspect this week’s reflections may offer further insights. . . .
I wish to say a few words about passages here or in other letters that may seem difficult. (I can only imagine that statement will encourage you to keep reading!)
There is nothing that I write here that you, of your innermost, do not already know. Therefore, let the mind rest, and let that inner luminous knowing meet these reflections, cogitating little but experiencing what the words shine a light on. And always feel free to ask if you wish for clarification. If you are wondering, chances are, others are, too.
Ever in gratitude and with love,
Renée