Hi. This is my backyard.
My new morning practice involves a tree swing and bare feet on the grass.
I don't even want to be inside ever. Well, okay, maaaaaybe I'll go inside when I am being swarmed by mosquitos at dusk. Does anyone have suggestions on how to invoke feelings of love and compassion towards bloodsucking parasitic creatures like ticks? I want to love them. I do. I know they are just trying to get their needs met like all of us, but why does it have to involve my blood? This is an edge for me: learning to love parasites.
Did I mention that on my first evening here a mama bear and two cubs walked through the yard? BEARS! The yard I speak of, by the way, is 6 acres of swampy foresty magic which then at some mysterious point unfolds into 600 acres of conservation land.
I will try to write on more serious things soon, but right now I am too busy testing out which moss is the softest to lay on.