Last night I woke myself up from a dream. My subconscious sent me a suggestion to use the rose petals for David's Farewell Ash Drop in the Little River. Thank you to myself. A great idea. I knew that I was drying these red roses for something, but, not for the house. Now, I know their purpose is to say goodbye to a great friend and teacher.
This morning, I took my coffee and sat on the side deck in my bathrobe and slippers. I took a deep breath and looked into a deep blue sky. The fires in the West have coughed our skies into a haze for the last few days. Today the sky was deep lucious blue. Clear again. For some reason, I started chanting I love you Barbara Milhender and kept chanting it for about twenty minutes. Tears streamed down my face. For the first time in a pandemic time, I felt like myself and loved who I am, was, and will be. I looked under the trees, and my stone buddha in the garden stolicly sat in mediation.
It was just me in the universe. Blue skies and me. I felt so strong.
I then started to change May I be kind, may I have nourishment, and may I have peace. Then, I repeated this for ten minutes. Finally, I woke up to me. I drank some now cold coffee.
I smiled, at me for me, and for all the people I love, and for the people of the world.
A beautiful Sunday had started.
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