woke to a delicious patter of rain but decided i needed a power walk. got out to a drizzle and on the way home from groceries it started to get heavier. strangely i felt mindful walking home and the rain didn't bother but invigorate me. when i got home, the warmth of my abode filled me with deep pleasure. it's like you have to experience the elements to appreciate the comforting shelter. it wasn't a test of self-will or anything but i didn't particularly think of consequences. just being in the moment and feeling the stinging sensation of rain on my shoulders. i understood how buddha must've meditated in all that and still maintain his serenity.
the pleasure of uninhibited laughs and company at cmpb last night
it's all good
namaste.
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There is pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Lord Byron
breathe.confront.embrace.be
