It is there in the quiet that we find our way back. The path has always been and yet the mind has a way of distracting us, taking our attention away from the earth atop which we stand and points left and right at fields so vast that we forget and lose our footing. There is beauty all around, yet not all things beautiful are meant to be explored before the harvest. We wait. We watch. We see. It is there in the quiet space where all is empty that we feel most full, and that we remember: Our feet are planted in the soil of Magic, and every step of our walking leads us there where alignment reveals the readiness. It is then that we receive the bounty of life. Let not the mind distract us from the course with its seducing ways pointing at beautiful things hither and yon. Let us remove our coverings and feel the earth beneath our feet, how moist with promise, how warm with the light of the sun. Here is the place of our standing, and it is this place that opens the door to all places where we are to stand.