10:10-10:30 tonight.
Sat again on the porch, as I was home alone with the sleeping boy again.
Another drizzly, drippy night. After an exhausting day, I'd promised myself that I could sit tonight for just 10 minutes, but once I was out in the cold, dark rain, I didn't want to come in.
Feeling chilled and tired and resisting the cold dampness of the air, I imagined myself a tree who loves the rain. It suddenly dawned on me what delight there must be in gaining nourishment directly from the earth, from the rain, from the sun. What a profound connection to all other life, simply to live the life of a tree.
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