As a boy, I took lessons on an old hand-me-down flute. Everyone told me, “Practice every day!” I most assuredly did not. Decades later, I heard a man play a flute so beautifully, so effortlessly, that I rummaged through closets, boxes and bureaus to find that old flute. Now, I am trying again. I practice daily, and every day I struggle, I stumble and forgive myself. My spiritual life is somewhat more advanced than my flute playing. Yet, even in spiritual practice, I struggle, I stumble and forgive myself. Like the flute, the Spirit also requires daily practice.