Rain

Ah, walk to the Lighthouse. Then back, americano in hand, wet happy dog on the leash ahead, stacked stones repaired, stared at with tenderness, marveling at the colors and textures beneath the tears of the sky. Today I'm imagining them tears of joy, although, I'm sure there's some salty sadness in a few. The world here on earth can do that to anything, probably even the sky.

A day off. Methinks it's a day for a fire in the fireplace. Warmed by it. Taught by the contemplations on the flames. Rememberings, forgettings, imaginings. And just plain resting. There's been Catalystic Alchemy, Cataclysmic Journeying, and Profound Catechism. Today is a day of playing the tongue drum intermittently, doing the laundry and the dishes, brushing the dog, sitting quietly and listening to the sound of my own breath.