It’s raining, an invitation to stay in bed and listen, look, contemplate, and feel. I feel the breath, the movement through me, an exploration merging in and out.
Pema Chodron’s words are a pond within me.
You are the sky. Everything else is just the weather.
And there’s Br. Curtis Almquist:
If you’re not in touch with the mysterious majesty of life, look again. It’s just as mysterious as you thought it was as a child.