This day had a difficult birth. Rain pelting. Wind blowing. Now that the sun has risen behind gray clouds, the rain has calmed, although tree branches still dance in the wind. Blue sky peeps through fast-moving clouds. All is in flux. This breath. This movement of the eyes. These hands. Nothing is fixed.
I found a robin’s egg laid on a white rock near the front door. Assuming that the rock was not a nest, i brought the egg indoors and laid it in the Buddha’s sheltering hands. How often when we “lay an egg” in public, do we cringe, self-judge, or feel guilty? These feelings are theRead more about Robin’s Egg on a Rock[…]