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  • Yesterday, I never made it outside to ride the bike or take a walk or anything. I just felt like I needed to stay close. It was too dark to do my evening ride when I thought of it. We had a pretty full day here. This morning, I got up early, and went out by the little lake in front of the property here, and brought my kindle with my morning readings. It was early enough that the southern heat hadn’t shown up yet, and it was a perfect spot for quiet time.

    I did some yoga poses. Sun salutation. Warrior pose. Tree pose. I breathed. I read some inspiring words from Science of Mind magazine, Pocketful of Miracles by Joan Borysenko (my favorite), and a Zen daily meditation book. I breathed. I listened. I meditated. Shamatha Vipassana meditation method.

    I gave a deepfelt thanks for the opportunities I would have this day to help make this day tolerable for Mom. I asked for help in that effort.

    And I listened.

    A beautiful day was my answer. It unfolded perfectly, and was a beautiful day.

    I did get out for my bike ride this evening. I took a different route. Wound up on another Golf Course. Eventually made my way around to the other Golf Course. Right as I got to the clubhouse, which at this hour was abandoned and I had the beautiful porch, and a great rocking chair all to myself, I got a Facebook message from my dear Cowbird friend, Farah, asking what’s good. How cool to hear from her right then. We had a nice FB conversation, then I peddled my way back to the same spot on the same lake where I started my day.

    And I listened. And finally, gave thanks for a perfect day.

    Life is good.
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