Today meditating went well – and I found myself more open and observant as I took a morning stroll and noticed this tiny, delicate mushroom in the road:
It’s quiet here – not dead silence: there’s more bird calls, the whisper of wind through the grass and leaves, and (unfortunately) the traffic from the valley below carries all too well. But it’s lovely, and I don’t miss the perpetual sound of music, media, etc. of my everyday life. Not at all.
And this evening, after another blistering rainstorm, there was a lovely rainbow:
Love the mushroom!
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