Tao meditation this morning:
"You may be capable of great things, but life consists of small things."
Perspective is every thing. I can still feel I am underachieving at life. That there should be more writing, more editing, more workshops, more knitting of wedding gift afghans and Alaskan hats and Solstice is coming and how ill prepared I am for the the book exchange and and and......I can really pile it on, all my perceived shortfalls.
And I light the small candle at seven a.m. and reflect on the meditation, and look over at my window and I see this:
Shockingly sudden deep pink blooms on my beloved African violets.
And then I spot this over at the edge. This tiny baby forcing out one solitary flower:
And then I look at my latest wee giftie from my neighbour. She saw it at a plant sale and thought of me and bought it and put it on my outside ledge to surprise me:
I'm acclimatizing it at the moment, but she is spreading her wings as you can see.
I would never have paid attention to such small things if not for the Tao jog.