Those Feet were made for Walking

Being in Greece where the feel of the earth, of the landscape, of the sound of cicadas and cockerels in the morning, of life getting going around us as we meditated, make the stories of old seem as if they aren't so far away.  A footfall on the path beside our balcony is Odysseus making his way back home through the Greek landscape to Penelope, the old dog recognising him, he bends to scratch it behind the ears, the reality of what has happened in his absence, all these things were there in that footfall.  The old story of absence and return were pressing a bell in memory, the way the suitors, the pretenders have to be expelled and killed once the real owner is back is exactly what happens in meditation or should happen in meditation but this morning the suitors make a really good play for why they think they should be allowed to stay.  Meditation is an ongoing project on the way home.