The ground is not so cold anymore.
August 2nd, 2009
Awoke feeling inner disturbance. Don’t know why. At such times I wonder what’s happening with distant loved ones. Are they okay? Is something disturbing their worlds and equilibriums?
So, I set about my ritual. The ground is not so cold anymore, the mulch from the wattle is deep and soft. My focus for the tree was not good. I put the clay deepak on the brick. I lit the incense in the ground. I poured water from the rain bowl. I said my words. But I was not connecting, so I apologised and stood, feeling the buds gently, imagining the floral extravaganza that is in preparation.
A kookaburra laughed in the distance, other birds were busy nearby, and the electrical buzz of the power pole seemed extra loud.
Peace.