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.

Afternoon circles at the marsh where the plants are brown when the hills are green

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.  

Licen on variegated rock
Rock on rock
Golden Slippers in the afternoon exploring the marsh grass

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