What a
lot to be grateful for, on planes you can’t even imagine.
I spent
the weekend with some wonderful people. We sat. We lay down. We danced. We
sang. We meditated, in various ways. We listened to music that got right into
our bones and souls. I heard the Dalai Lama sing Om Tryambakam and my world was
changed.*
http://tinyurl.com/36dhccz
I discovered
the name of this creature: hammer dulcimer. What a
sound this makes, and how grateful I am to the musicians who made all that magic happen.
And of course to
the little dog that joined us throughout the weekend. She was a delight – very
cute, a tiny bit stinky (but in a pleasing dog way) and a rich source of joy.
And we were so very well looked after – so very lovingly cared for.
Thank
you for the skillful, determined driving, Daniel. We were all tired and you persevered
for us. And for your hat. Your hat is just too good.
Finally, thank
you for this owlish sanctuary. It is so deeply appreciated. So very deeply. Bedtime!
* Turns
out it maybe wasn’t the Dalai Lama, but whoever it was, it’s very beautiful and
deep. Like actually deep, octave-wise. Deep voices blow my mind.
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