I’m grateful for sitting practice.
As I walked toward my car, I looked down and saw that the garden had been busy trying new things. A sculpture of moss, twig, a fallen bloom and wayward leaves. Left undisturbed for days, they made this stone their canvas. Nature being playful and oh-so creative! I’m reminded of how, we too, when given space, we can create all kinds of beauty out of the raw material of our lives.
Earlier in the morning, these words found me . . . “Nothing is worth more than this day” by Goethe. No wonder . . .