This is what I see from my bed as I look out the door.
The little wooden bungalow has cut glass in all the windows. Next Sunday i will go up the mountain. Today as I woke and did the morning recollection, my thoughts and breath was like the window...you know there is light outside but nothing is clear... the rooster crows, the morning dove coos.....rising. ..falling. and it is ok that it is not clearer...it is what it is. No more. ..no less
Celebrate the now as it happens in its impermanence or snooze and miss it.
This is the dawning of another new day.
Chi Kong, massage, avocado salad, oil massage, movie, dinner....the wheel goes round and my intention is to be awake.
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Bonny with a 'Y':
Hard to believe that we are so close, and yet so far away from each other. Sounds like you're having a wonderful time in Chiang Mai. We're really enjoying ourselves here. The people are as friendly as the Thais. Looking forward to seeing you in-person in ra-cha-cha.
Take care - joe
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