Space

The sky is gray.  So gray.  Seagulls flock on my daily walks in the mud.  So much mud.  Rain pours down the windows.  I love it!  Something about the land, my body here, the general consciousness in interaction, is very very happy.  I believe it is a sense of the sacred.  In my journey, I feel home: not home as in where I grew up, but home in my own self, home in this temple of bones, as if I have been erased and am just a lovely pure thought coming into form again.  Exquisite.

My village is three blocks long.  In these three blocks there rests a church from the 12th century, four pubs, a playground, an art gallery, some mud and brick structures and a handful of well designed homes.  It is perfect.  So perfect.  Commerce at an ebb, bells through the day, birds at every glimpse, space to breathe.  Hu~