I feel the pull outside myself. Old drives and ambitions and fears scatter my inner poise.
The poise of my interior life is fragile. Like a seedling, it requires care. Unceasing mental busyness has given way to unceasing prayer and concentration on the Divine Name, but the newness has shallow roots and needs time. I need time to grow deep roots that will sustain me in the second half of life. The gate is narrow, yet I have entered it. The path is hard and few find it, therefore I must be vigilant and uncompromising in my determination to walk it.