[When you are done Piano Camping but still have a day with your friend.]
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Today I am Writing: On the Day
Yesterday was one of those days with back-to-back written all over my calendar. Flinging myself from here to there, I circled the planet that is this town, from appointments to meetings to children arriving for their lessons.
Somewhere at the beginning of it I looked up the mountain at all that was planned, and I nearly crumbled at the thought of it: How would I survive it? Where was my quiet? My thinking space? My gurgling pond and my steadied heart?
And then I heard the whisper of Wisdom, curling over the breeze. "Just give yourself to it," she said. "Give yourself to the day."
And so I did, encountering each moment with generosity, with open mind open heart open arms. And it was full of peace. It was full of joy. It was full of refreshing streams.
It was full of my heart, full.
Somewhere at the beginning of it I looked up the mountain at all that was planned, and I nearly crumbled at the thought of it: How would I survive it? Where was my quiet? My thinking space? My gurgling pond and my steadied heart?
And then I heard the whisper of Wisdom, curling over the breeze. "Just give yourself to it," she said. "Give yourself to the day."
And so I did, encountering each moment with generosity, with open mind open heart open arms. And it was full of peace. It was full of joy. It was full of refreshing streams.
It was full of my heart, full.
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