Melancholy

Boston was covered by clouds yesterday, and I just felt it in my bones that my day would be a challenging one. I felt the demon rising in me, but these days I manage to keep him in check effortlessly. Work was a bit more challenging than usual, two doctor visits with the children on the same day didn't help either, but in the end pots of coffee carried me through the day. At home, when I read William James' "The Varieties of Spiritual Experiences", the entire chapter was on depressions. I had to smile, apparently the Tao set me up for all this to better appreciate this chapter. No, on a spiritual path, the low of the depression never gets you with full force because deep down inside you know that the sun will be shining again and the birds will be chirping.