No matter where I move, the body shines with sweat.  No matter where we move the fan, it merely reminds us that it is insufficient to cool us down.  We’re off on a scooter ride to make our own wind, taking a tour of the northwest shade under gracious pines that eat the sun.

I read that the mind is filled with loving kindness.  So much we–I–malign the mind and ego that it is against us, torturing us, slamming us into our “pain body.”  I believe it is just a child frozen in fear desperately attempting to warn us against all change.  As I foresee a life change–new job, farewell to an old canine friend–I am given the grace of doing nothing.

Doing nothing, everything gets done.  Being still, there is nothing to do.  I rest in the Tao today as I fly through the seaside roads chatting with the thunderous ancient trees.