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Having called the contractor and put a tarp over the place water was coming in, now I can just practice acceptance that it might get worse before it gets repaired.

I went down by the river and around through the neighborhood. Toward the end, I met some crows. They are watchful beings.

I’m pretty sure the Sanskrit word for wonder is abhuta. I found myself contemplating my conviction that part of the practice of yoga (and my photography, which is a practice for me) is to instill everything with a sense of wonder.
I still find plane travel–as wearily familiar as it is–completely miraculous and awe-inspiring.
To go, in just a few short hours, from perfectly temperate to cold and gray with an impending storm (and, of course the reverse) is an outrageous feat indeed. I’m happy to have the cat in my lap.