On movement and change
I walked yesterday through the West End of Portland, as a wild wind blew. It was a strangely warm day for early October and a full spectrum of red, crimson, and yellow leaves were spinning in circles. Pumpkins lay on doorsteps and there was this kind of funny, wild energy to the air.
Where I contemplate my meditation practice and how it aligns with daily life. Sometimes these take the form of poems.