Yesterday a hummingbird played with the arc of the spray from the hose. It was like the hummingbird was surfing on the water. It was a special sharing. That hummingbird definitely seems to have found a home here, and is constantly flapping his/her wings, and dipping into the huge purple and white Agapantha starburst flowers.
This morning I am with a decision, with next steps. I suppose my morning flow reflects that. I am feeling drawn to the mountain, Mount Tam. It is as though my teacher has presented itself, and said, "I am here. Come." And so, I may. Jane and I circled the top of it on Sunday, and perhaps now, I am meant to circle all the levels, to come down. I'll see which part calls me now. I have the book here, Opening the Mountain, and I have an inner guide, a compass calling me forth.
I look again at the words of my morning flow and for today, keep them for myself. I am feeling strong and fragile at the same time. I watch the fog go in and out. Who knows what draws it in and out throughout the day? Who knows why today I pull a curtain on my thoughts and keep them to myself?