some thoughts from my morning journal -
I watched the smoke of the incense this morning. This stick gave rise to two streams of smoke. I knew no other stick would burn this way.
Sheba got up on the filing cabinet and looked out just the way Sherlock used to do, and I thought how a cat is a cat like every other, but we choose to care for one, to love one.
Whenever I check my trash and junk, I think about how spam reveals just what we desire. Free transformation
Wouldn’t it be great if we could show other people the same tenderness we give our cats? And then, if we could show it to ourselves. The teachers say it begins with loving yourself.
I keep thinking of a new room with just the books I want to read now.
What do we mean about getting organized?