#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

My morning brook

“Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky. Conscious breathing is my anchor.”
― Thich Nhat Hanh

Frank and I awake by 5:00 a.m. and it’s nice to be in synch, to wake early, together, to have time in the quiet house to talk. Later, Charlie and I take a long walk. I’m pleased to find the mountain laurel in my yard is in bloom; I cannot find the laurel bushes in bloom by the wetlands where I find them in June each year. Perhaps it’s a bit early for the wild mountain laurel. The cattails are coming in like crazy, greening the swamp. I had many feelings coming and going like clouds in a windy sky today. I tried to observe them, let them go, especially the irritation I felt a few times over what are minor issues. This helped me not react when a bigger issue that could bother me was brought to my attention tonight. There was, as I was pulling weeds tonight in the yard, a lovely breeze that blew over my face and bare arms and felt soft and encouraging and refreshing. Writing about this lovely breeze, I taste it twice. When I wake tomorrow, rested, I will know, in a wise way, how to respond to the issue presented.