As a child, I liked to move.  Play basketball, run around with my brother Collin, double-bounce him on the trampoline.  But I would always want to do my homework first, and then I could let myself have fun.  And this is still the case. I need to do my homework, and then I can have fun. What is my homework?  My work is to be at home in my life, in my body, to embrace the place where I am standing in the present moment.  To find the endless summer at the heart of this cold winter morning.  I want so much to be in medias res, in the middle of things. I want to glimpse the center, to enter by the narrow gate, and to live from the core.  Lord of my life, help me to feel this wish with my entire being.  Point me toward you.  Make my heart single.  Let my voice sing of Life experienced, not by an isolated individual, but by a single soul united in the depths with all souls, by one man at one with your Oneness, in touch at last with your Is-ness.  Do not let me forget what I want.  Do not let me drift.  Help me to stay directed, to finish my home-work, and to enjoy the journey home.