We walked down to the marsh today and watched all the cars lined up to go to the beach. It was the perfect day to not get into a car. Our neighbors were out walking, too, and Happy New Year floated through the air as people passed.
I came home and pruned some more. These days are so amazing and the trees are thinking it is spring. I'm sure the cold will come and I hope the trees aren't too shocked. For now, it was the perfect New Year's Day, and we made and shared a perfect dinner.
Tonight, I put the Christmas decorations away, but not too far away this year, as it seems before I know it, Christmas will again be here, and this year I will be more prepared I say, as I said last year.
What am I with tonight?
I continue to feel great and deep peace.
When I was at the Buddhist monastery of Tengboche at 13,000 feet in the Everest region of Nepal, I stood outside and heard the laughter inside. I believe in that laughter, that joy. Many Tibetans have been misplaced, and many have been tortured, and yet, they find laughter.
I had the experience on my 44th birthday of rising early and entering the monastery at Tengboche and being allowed to participate in a special service. I wandered in straight from my sleeping bag and was given a special seat and a drink. The monks chanted and I felt the beginning and end of space and time as one. Each moment, for me, is that.
