Yesterday I felt a bit sad, and was musing about whether there has to be meaningfulness to life, and what that means. I know somebody who thinks that without children life is meaningless. Not a view I'd agree with, as without children I still feel my life has meaning. I think the meaning of life for me comes from the Buddhist view of living in the moment, and being an observer of whatever is happening or not happening. This piece which my yoga teacher once read to us expresses it well.
Today I don't feel sad, even though I've been on my own for about 6 hours now. I have to come to an acceptance of the state of being alone sometimes, and if I can realise it's not permanent, perhaps enjoy it for the freedoms it offers.
Sunshine has arrived finally, we have had some warmth at last and yes I
know we have had more rain but actually this is perfect growing weather.
Hopefully ...
5 hours ago
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