Wolf Moon
Wolf moon fiercely lit.
Wind howls in response; what might
Be illuminated?

Practice, contemplation, and insights
Wolf moon fiercely lit.
Wind howls in response; what might
Be illuminated?

Today, if it was still there, it would be frozen.

Lucky to have a place to stand and see the sky while still being at home. With icy sidewalks and the pandemic raging, it seems a beautiful time to go inward.

Quakers speak of allowing the way to open, Buddhists of resting in a space of not knowing.
Today I turned in my federal ID, computer, and keys, after over 30 years as a civil servant. What a privilege to be able to allow myself the freedom not to have made any significant plans for what comes next. After all those decades of focused work, to rest in the spaciousness of not knowing.
A friend whom I first met through work came and shared a meal and helped make the day festive.
