It rained all day during the March day-long retreat at No Abode. We had no work period because it was so windy and wet. All day we heard the rain fall flat and heavy on the roof. It was quite lovely.
I had a busy mind, like usual, and I kept asking myself, is this okay? Am I okay? Seeing myself drift from thoughts to awareness to thoughts again, I wondered if that was okay.
It's hard to change the internal conversation. I think maybe everyone knows this and experiences this. Transforming karma is a slow process. Maybe it has to be. Gentleness and kindness cannot be forced. Maybe only given and received, over and over again.
(What I'm listening to right now: I Will For Love by Rudimental)