The vastness of life
Today's one of those days where I felt aligned, effortless, where things are falling into place.
Started the day volunteering at a community garden in the West where the veterans were afraid to work us too hard so my buddy and I merely scooped composted soil onto a wheel barrel before distributing them upon several spots around the garden. We spent most of the time talking, hearing the stories of one another, an unlikely trio of a gentle Brit, a gregarious uncle and me. I felt transparent, as if light and air could flow through me.
Afterwards, a daytime shower, petting of an old dog who stumbled around the tiled floors she used to sprint across. The passage of time, inevitable and irreversible.
Then, making my way to what I thought was dinner but instead tea with someone I've met serendipitously through an event (an "unconference") during Design Week where we bonded over mindfulness, our shared journeys and interest and the possibilities of collaboration, of spreading her mission further.
(I'm so proud of myself for finally pitching my services, something I would have never found the courage to do a mere few years ago.)
Also, I'm riding off the high of catastrophic thoughts proven wrong (I had intense, now irrational worries about the cat I was sitting for dying during the intermission after my departure and the return of her rightful owners - ridiculous).
I felt glad to have stayed true to my morning intentions of leading the day with grace, curiosity and the courage to trust that I can explore the experiences of this life in safety, to appreciate beauty in the ordinary and slowing down.
This feels like a holiday from self-torment. Thank you very much.













