Wednesday, February 27, 2008

to be born again

The sun is shining fantastically. The sky is blue and the white clouds gliding along underneath that dome are doing so at the pace of a parade of homecoming troops, gloating in their victory and taking their time walking, enjoying the adulation, enjoying being home.

I am listening to Van Morrison's Astral Weeks. Perhaps that says it all. It probably does but I will add anyways that I am feeling really good, that I am drinking coffee, and that I am about to go join this sky, am about to head off to yoga and to wanderings, here, there, wherever.

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