An excerpt from my journal, written after getting up at dawn to go and meditate in the woods...
Up early, it seems like everyone else in the world might still be asleep… and I go out and into the woods to stand by the river under the trees. I look at the spaces in a moss blanketed tree, and it seems that the tree bows to the heart of me, I humbly bow back. Bluebells, wild garlic. The sound of rain on umbrella, on leaf, on ground, falling into river. The sacred chord that is heard in these intervals that make the music of my life in this moment.
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