Of the so many gratitude-inducing things that have happened over the last week or so, some of the smallest are the sweetest. A scraggly bird having a shout from a fence post; a more sleek one hopping out from behind a tree; getting comprehensively rained on; fog on the St. Lawrence river outside the flat, taking over, making the landscape magical.Val Morin needs talking about - satsang, meditation, karma yoga, wonderful serendipities. A ride, a walk to the lake, photos, conversations, happy intimacies.
A pie, some cookies, some fruit and a FULL rendition of Hey Jude, complete with shouty end bit. A warm goodbye from new friends. Thank you.
And, just for now, we'll stop at a rich and lovely meeting with a Buddhist priest who had come to play and his lovely friend. I'm full of ideas and fascinations. I'm inspired and very grateful.
A foxed afternoon, my last. Gently, sadly, peacefully grateful for that.
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