We are heading into the city this morning and will spend three days in SF exploring and socializing.
Each time I leave I feel a little tug holding me home even as the excitement of something new leads me out.
I am also with this subject of peace, with the recognition that peace is active and alive, not passive and accepting. The word courage comes from couer, heart. The heart pumps and peace requires a constant pumping, a circulation of the blood of connection. I continue to massage my brain with softness, bathe there, even as I read the news and consider how each interaction, thought, and word has an affect. What do I want to create for myself and others? What matters to me now and now and now? Where does my heart most strum? I look out on autumn sunshine, see leaves still green and others yellow and golden and ready to fall. Each autumn I see myself as the leaf attached, the leaf let go, and the leaf melting into the ground.