Toddler life & procrastination got me like… Off the blogging.
It’s okay because we can return to things seamlessly. I’m practicing compassion towards self & others.
So, Tassajara. Our zen mountain retreat was incredible in they way it was isolated & in the lasting effects of openness & calm. Four friends from around the globe, one destination.
The vegetarian cuisine was exquisite & I made sure not to miss a meal. Our nature hikes brought multiple river crossings with our guide to stable us. We got stronger with the current.
Dian got to birdwatch. We got to enjoy our late night wine & chats. I realize that the way Tassajara had its moving impact for me, was because of the wonderful company.
Chris (mwg) meditated. We tried. During a darma talk, I was bit on the forehead & couldn’t resist scratching. Laura reminded me how much a sister she is to me.
There is such fierceness to the human spirit. Sometimes in the mundane transactions of life, we can forget.
Then something happens. Something sets on fire. Then you are truly alive.
Upon coming home, the universe opened itself to me. Good things started happening multifold. Or I just started noticing.
Little things. I saw my son throw his head back in laughter & sheer delight. His shocked expression when he hears an ambulance. His joy when a plane flies overhead.
Actually Eggsy lives in the moment. The disposition of a child is that of mindfulness. They do not know always what they do. They do not care.
We socialize them to recognize the consequences of their behavior. Necessary, yes.
To cultivate joy from the simple, ease the grasp of the past & let go of the possibilities of the future. To live in the now.
Ever challenging. Yet in the now is filled with gratitude, acknowledgment of all of those who helped us in our journey to here.
Thank you unwaveringly loyal family & friends that as like family for everything you’ve taught me. I celebrate you now. 
