Wednesday, November 5

In our possessive coupling
So much could not be expressed
So now I'm returning to myself
These things that you and I suppressed
I see something of myself in everyone
Just at this moment of the world
As snow gathers like bolts of lace
Waltzing on a ballroom girl
--Joni Mitchell, "Hejira"

Today's meditation: just metta. Ahhhhhhhhh. Sweet relief. Thanks, I needed that. That closed-heart feeling, that gathering of heaviness, a weight in the chest: all dispersed. Literally: thank goodness.

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