The Practice

11/30/14
This morning there is a blessed light rain in the garden. I went out and swept around the drains in anticipation of the coming downpour. The mist on my face focused attention on the task and my hair is now pleasantly damp as I write. To find our work and ask for nothing more. This is the practice.

MovingInland

 

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