I read the tributes to George Carlin, digest the news, well, not completely as I am working with serenity this morning as I look out on a day wrapped in fog. When I walk outside, I smell woodsmoke from my neighbors. Bella is asleep in her chair by my side. As I set my house to a tone that works for me today, I see how I love coziness as well as space, and how I enjoy creating illusion by moving different comforts around. I know that a Jungian interpretation would be that I am also stirring my insides, creating and acknowledging the home of my self.
Today I am with what it would be like to live as a tree, standing in one place, beaming connection between earth and sky, a home, a factory, a joy. Ah, I do live as a tree. It is an aspect of me.