I’m listening to the sounds of rain, grateful, though it means a neighbor’s beloved oak tree fell yesterday.  The photos show a soft fall as though the tree simply paused in overseeing and came down to gentle rest.  That’s how I view this day.  The rain is cleansing and watering my roots, as I pause, and reaching horizontally rather than vertically allow my path to rest.

It is only with total humility and in absolute stillness of mind that we can know what indeed we are.

– Wei Wu Wei