I am in Ohio. I walked outside after class.. a long day in a string of long days and sat on the grass and meditated for a couple of hours as the sun set. My mind wandered but in between the wandering there was a settling so deep it sometimes startled me and I had to begin again.
Canadian geese came in numbers across the street and down the hill and stepped into the water. The moon stepped into the water. The fish came up to the shore and turned at the surface. After awhile I forgot who was who...me, the moon, the geese, the water.
The institute here was very successful. They stood up and cheered at the end. Abrupt joy. We had had some difficult conversations and some really good discussions. I know when I have been a useful servant and it gives me a deep joy that is hard to find, otherwise.
Tomorrow I fly out. I am ready. I miss you and I miss the steam rising above the fields near the airport in the dawn heat. I miss the garden, which probably wilted in the intense heat. I am ready to leave this king size bed with its neat rows of seven pillows and the nearly perfect white duvet. I am ready to leave blackened chicken salad and go home to half a sandwich on leftover bread.
I love us all. Why haven't you written?