losing track of which day i'm on. when i think of going out now, it's just "my sit", not "sit number x out of thirty sits."
brief night sit, as the little one called me in after only a few minutes. i've started over with kamana one, having stopped halfway through a few years ago. tonight my evening kamana task is to offer the thanksgiving address for all of the people in my life, so here i am, holding one of the most important ones. having come inside abruptly as i was just settling into my time outdoors, i can feel myself more keenly aware than usual, the energy arising from my committed time outside coming in with me and coloring this space with the sharpness of my alert outside eye.
while i was out under my tree, i was astonished that the still, silent, sleeping field and forest were the same as the crashing, roaring ones of the sleet storm two days ago. how can one place hold such opposite extremes of activity?
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