4. Day 17: Extra Helpings Of Ordinary
I am alone in the house for the first time in weeks. The air is cool, the room shaded nicely by matchstick blinds on the porch. I am alone. Relief. Peace. Quiet. Joy. Breath. Time to notice I am here. Pace is stop. Halt. Desist. Off. Relaxation of letting go……………….. When there is always a next thing looming, however delightful, this moment already feels stolen. I lived these last weeks reasonably in the present moment. Truth is, the most momentous of graduation, commissioning, send off and arrival of quests were entirely ordinary–and that was...
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