Sunday morning and the rain is Pounding down. I LOVE it. I haven’t even gotten out of bed yet. So rare in my recent world to be totally alone and with no mother duties to take care of.
My stomach is beginning to nudge me to go downstairs but I’ll resist a while longer.
The blind on one window is permanently about a third of the way up. After a crazy day of work I didn’t sleep well, woke a few times – 4am all was dark. 6.30 I thought we were having another misty start. (Sydney woke to a fog hug a few days last week) Then, normal waking time to rain and grey – the leaves I can see from bed getting a drenching and bearing up bravely against an unkind wind.
The big cat is on the end of the bed on my new ‘Dharma’ blanket. Yes, I bought it because of the name! It’s not particularly attractive nor soft and inviting but she’s claimed it. I just pull the doona higher, lie back and smile at the sounds, the cool. Rain washes away any other city noise. Everyone stays home, or like me isn’t even up this Sunday?
Bliss at the end of a hectic week and before the start of two more.
This time, in two weeks, we’ll be starting the last of His Holiness’s three days of teachings in Sydney.
Months of preparation, anticipation, waiting…not long now my lovelies and he’ll be here 🙂
May all sentient beings be well, free from suffering and know happiness. Om mani padme hum.