June 27, 2021 – I remember when 2020 seemed and really was many days away, and many years. We’re now in 2021.
I sit here thinking about my schoolwork and how I am now 4 weeks behind in my assignments. The excuse I give does not satisfy because it’s not accurate.
…in the backyard for a few minutes this morning, the drift of the green of the leaves, several hues and contrasts, invited wordless reflection; they invited me to move with them, to simply be.
In that moment, the wall of leaves swaying, each in its own delight and with its own cadence, waved at me, acknowledging me as one of them. I abandoned any and every thought up to that instant, landing on the branches with them. The breeze was for all. The rain, for all. Life is all.
When words returned, I saw a simulation. It was clear how this spatial reality, this assigned dimension, is explicitly to provide a backdrop, and foreground, for experience, if nothing more than for the sake of being.
