I spent much of the day reading, writing and even thinking a bit. All things I like and am always grateful for time to do them. But there were two things today, although rather ordinary, that I find worth remembering and thanking for too.
My first meeting with the wind today was on my way to pick up my son from his english class. This time it was not the gentle breeze but real powerful and a touch cold wind mixed with the air still wet after rain. Walking down from the hill it reminded me of my childhood time walking down the hill toward the amphitheatre and feeling almost like flying on the wings of the wind.
Then this late afternoon I joined the rest of my scouting family on their outing with the canoes. Air was filled with water, indeed it was even raining for awhile until my younger son turned on Purusa Sukta (an ancient chant describing the creation of the material world) and convinced me it was in this way he made it stop. And then, together with that whipping and cold wind, there was the sea. Shore is for me a place where I feel closest to experiancing a feeling of altar of nature. I always seem to long for the sea. This place is only but minutes drive from our home and I should visit it more often, for my own self. Sand under the feet, trees behind and then water. I seriously liked helping kids get in and out of their canoes and simply being there, submereged into beauty of nature and the evening. Just days ago I longed for the sea and when this oportunity arose I took it. And I am very, very grateful for it, for this day and all it brought with it.
Good night, good world.
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