Comfort

back home on the train today. more trees, houses, world for the little one to admire.

dog having an underfoot day at home, in front of me each step i took, rarely leaving me for his own company. i was fine for a while, then my patience evaporated and i ran him from the room. working in the garden with husband later, my frustration extended to the mosquitoes, the tomato suckers i was pruning, everything that posed any obstacle to me.

asked for help to move through the lesson. remembered to be thankful for the plants, for our relation to everything, to not simply take them for granted, and this pulled me up from my fire a bit. then my stomachache arrived, worsening over the next couple of hours, spending the very last of my patience. but when it subsided, i was given a new kind of life, a joyfulness to simply be comfortable, to be able to experience ease and relaxation, pleasure. i had all the patience and compassion in the world for the dog, boy, husband, everything that makes life rich.