I am grateful this morning for non-attachment, the “What’s So”, for the Hermetic Seal, and equanimity, for so many ways of saying the same thing. I am grateful for slowness, for time to watch the leaves in the wind waving their hallucinatory wave and the clouds morphing as they cruise on by. I’m grateful for my spot down the crick, peaceful and quiet and seemingly 20 degrees cooler than any other outdoor venue in the vicinity in mid August here on the Texas farm.
Slowness
The Simple Few 