No matter. Now it's a joy to wake up early, take George out for his pee and poop walk and give him his breakfast before heading out to the back patio for a half hour's meditation. There must be good surf down at the beach this morning, because I could hear the crashing of the waves quite clearly at a few blocks' distance--and of course, the sound of the birds. They do like a good old natter in the first light of the day. A special joy to find our hummer family still in contented residence behind the house, and to hear them buzzing around--I like to think curiously--while I sit.
|(Our young hummer, center, feeding)|
What's absent here is the constant roar of the city that forms the background to daily living in Los Angeles. We are fortunate indeed to have made the commitment to this retreat, now nearly twenty years ago. It continues to serve us well, and we are delighted with the prospect of some solid time away. I have a catalogue text to finish writing and my book, "Slow Looking," to be working on. And look forward, too, to catching up with some neglected reading.
All is well... I send wishes that some part of the serenity I experienced in my sit this morning may be shared with every reader of The Buddha Diaries, and with all those facing trouble or adversity in the world.