Tuesday, March 12, 2019

Sitting meditation in the dark morning, a single candle on the altar behind me.   I face my shadow on the wall. Slowly the sky lightens and the shadow dissolves. The wall remains.

We meet at Sweet Elena’s café in Sand City in the morning.  We plan to write but we talk and talk.  We share news of what is happening in the world of homelessness.  A woman at another table interrupts with suggestions on how to solve the problem.  This stops the conversation.  We have to learn to not talk so loudly.

Brewing coffee and tea for this morning’s monthly plein air writing group. It is still dark and clouds are gathering on the horizon. I am moving slowly today.