Meditation day 9 – 1 hour in the morning
Here is to a full day of moving and enjoying the first day of the four-day weekend. I am grateful for having something to do, with someone I look forward to seeing. I am happy to greet another day in paradise, radiating 27 degrees.
A day of adventures, starting with my favorite walk on the promenade, followed by a Truth coffee at the V&A. Strawberry cheesecake, minus the jam please. Walking back, checking out surf ski. I’d like to try it out when I’m back.
Would you rather be a prince or a king? A prince without responsibilities?
I’d rather be Queen, to rule and let others do the work. I shall decree and oversee, with poise and confidence.
Zebra crossing is where you’re supposed to cross, when the green man flashes. Why do we wait, I wonder. It’s not a busy street and it’s not busy. Jay walking is bad! Quizzical look on my face. I find the newfound difference fun and want to play. I jaywalk. I walk outside the zebra crossing. I run towards the crosswalk when it blinks green.
Time to nourish, go back to where I began the journey back to opening up my heart center. Then to the place where it all began, to start another chapter. Walking barefoot with the wide white hat. Look over there, a pathway to a small island. The two currents come from opposite sides, colliding in the middle, like the peak of a mountain. People walk on, and I wish I could join them, despite the toes screaming to get out, it’s freezing here.
Time for water, back to where we got our first bottles of water just two months ago. How time flies, but I don’t want it to hop. I want to live in the moment, right here. Right now. Looking out into the horizon, I smile at no one in particular, but the chef thinks I’m being friendly. And so, I get a plate of two rice rolls with a crunchy top. I was not hungry but I am happy to sample. His son has his eyes. An asian man, fellow Korean who’s been here for 21 year. 안녕하세요? 네. 안녕하세요. Then back to the car, then to the market for a pizza.
We look at a bottle of water, capacity 500ml. I am almost full with too much work, and I only have space to pour in just a little bit for me, and nothing else.
Why don’t we get a different container? How about that pot over there, about 100 times bigger than the plastic bottle?
I go home, with the every intention of washing up and meditating to close the day. I lay in bed for a little while. I wake up the next morning, unwashed but refreshed.
This is a love letter to retracing the steps with a fresh set of eyes. And with this new perspective, not only do I feel differently, but I can see better. ore clear than before, the mist lifting.
To love is to show up and participate.
I am catching up today, for tomorrow. My order number is 33.
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