Rain continues to pound down. It’s like the old days and yet it feels so new after these years of drought. I was up in the night, listening, opening like the soil and roots to cleansing and renewal.
For me, it slows down thought and talk, opens and clears a wider space. The temples in the head spread as do the pelvic bones. The feet land and spread.
There is clarity in the four dignities: standing, sitting, lying, walking.
I look forward to this new January day.