Stomping through a New England woods on a rainy-cold morning, wrapped in thoughts of the things and relationships in my life that stink, I stopped still to correct myself. I wasn’t being in the moment at all -missing the glory of the soft woods.
As soon as I stopped, I looked up to see the sun come out and a giant glorp of rain water fell from a ready leaf above to land splat on my forehead, wetting my third eye in awareness.
I was (again) blessed.
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