Maitri has been fussed while construction prevents her from going outside on the catio. This morning, she went into the yoga practice room, went into a trance, and projected herself astrally into the garden.
We will all need as much compassion as possible–for others and ourselves–for the great amount of work ahead of there is to be any meaningful healing and sustainability.
Today I am practicing gratitude that the final death throes of my 31-year old washer-dryer simply means having to go through the expense and annoyance of getting a replacement.
The indoor plants have been multiplying. When the pandemic is no longer keeping me home most of the time, I might find there are more than I can care for well.