"Potentially disastrous filling of yang energy" is the way the I Ching desribed it. A great cleansing and renewal when the waters are back down.
I'm fine. Just sitting here in my little boat.
I have pictures:
That's me: Driving along the reservoir road. Sunroof open. Hair - big and beachy. I think I may be singing but with the engine noise I can't tell what.
And that's a feather I found in the deep shade of a pine tree. There's a hawk above me and it has dropped a long wing feather into the pachysandra. I can't see the hawk through the dense branches, but I can feel a whisper and I take the feather. That was beside the old churchhouse on the hill.
And that angel sits behind me in asana practice. I can see my shadow on the wall ahead in Sun Salutation and always wonder whether, if I raise my arms in true prayer, I will fly up like an angel and see you.
And that's you on a streetcorner. There are noisy mopeds behind you. Do you see how bright the sun is on your face?
And there am I again, ducking under the wisp of a cherry tree newly planted on my labyrinth. It is really beautiful this time of year
Here's a picture of Nicholas singing in Oslo, and one of Julie in Zurich. They are helping me triangulate to Stockholm. Maybe sometime soon. Like everything, it will depend on the winds.
Another one of me, happily collecting shells and beach glass on the little island beach.
Here's one of me in a playground in Chinatown. The little boy is the son of friends and he is very sweet but a little disconcerted at his afternoon with someone other than his mom or dad. He has the most darling smile and loves to be hugged. He also loves trucks. A lot.
And that's me on Bowery, threading my way through pedestrians to go meditate with the dharma punx. They are transcendent and I love their peacefulness.
You would enjoy these all, I know. But for the time being I am happy to send you postcards, happy to know you are following your path. And I hope to see you soon.
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