I am living quietly these days. Listening to the rhythm of transition that is marking my life now. Noticing how noisy the mind has become, noticing fatigue, surrendering.
I am struck by the quality of local women farmers' produce. I am listening to teachers who trust human beings deeply as a spiritual path...
Occasionally, I scribble a little here and there, but mostly I am listening, observing.
Someone recently asked me if I had plans for the week-end? I said that in this state of transition everything is simple pleasure. She just looked at me.