Living above the clouds isn't half bad. Sweet mornings with dewy fog. The redwoods weep. Sunny afternoons as the clouds roll down the hill. The clouds look like ocean when you're above them. Brisk air and temple bells. Stretching and meditating and teaching and learning. Running through the forest. Hot tub soaks. New friends and old faces and nonstop challenges. Recharging my battery. Please please please let me carry this feeling and discipline as I come and as I go. Letting go. Escapes off the mountain for dips in the Pacific. Time seems to be standing still.
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