#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Indoors from outdoors: Evening in the Garden

Up with the rooster. A few moments to chat with Frank. I get involved in reading on my computer, the history of Athol, where I was yesterday. I have planned to go with friends to a Vipassana sit in Lexington, but I lose track of time. Jump into the pool for my swim and get ready with one minute to spare! They pick me up and we talk over, what else? the election, and we get a bit revved up, but when we take off our shoes, climb the stairs, sit on our pillows, I drop down right away. I am not fidgety or restless. The room has wonderful windows covered by deep red sheer curtains, softening the light to sunset. It’s a little chilly, but I have blankets. My feet are cold, and I feel the cold and acknowledge the cold and accept the cold in my feet. I haven’t sat like this in awhile. I am vaguely aware of the presence of my friends, and a few others. It’s wonderful to be sitting with others, especially now. After our sit we walk a block or two to downtown Lexington, it’s bustling. We wait for seats in the coffee shop. I am so glad to be out on a sunny morning in a lovely town with good friends. And some inner peace and quiet. I don’t walk until dusk, and it’s dark by the time I come home. I have gone to the river and seen the moon rise, kicked through the leaves. Felt the deep quiet of the trees. I have listened and listened and listened. I am listening now.