With so many people in this world I wonder why we meet the ones we do.
I just saw a photo of an early love, his little old man now self – not the strong young buck I was so crazy about. Karma brought him to me while other options flowed by.
Clouds of darkest black, pianoforte thunder, silver threat streaks cross the sky all afternoon – much ado about nothing rain wise. And now, as I lay me down to sleep, who knows why fireworks bursting my ear drums. And a tiny alarm, somewhere out on the street, ongoing. Irritating as a mosquito.
Night display over as quickly as I noticed. Beeping goes on.
I’m tired and no amount of meditating will shut that noise out when I close my eyes. Long day, long week, and lack of sugar makes bodhi a grump 😉 Training to be continued!