muddiness and the Master

Over the past couple of weeks I have been falling and now find my face planted firmly in the wet mud of May. It doesn't feel like the worst place to be, although breathing can sometimes be difficult, but I think it is about time to get back up again and go have a shower- or perhaps a pressure wash would be more appropriate.

I am now refraining from a theatrical and over extended metaphor on the mud of life.

An early believer in the Faith of Baha'u'llah once went to Abdu'l-Baha distraught about how he as such a weak and selfish human could ever hope to attain to the standard of being which Baha'u'llah called all humanity. Abdu'l-Baha assured him that it can only be accomplished little by little; little by little. The believer was encouraged and thought to himself, 'I have all eternity for this journey from self to God. The thing to do is to get started.'

So here I am, little by little, trying to figure things out. 

The virtue of this week is integrity.