Well the trees laughed at us a bit yesterday, trying to cool off by scooting through the northwest.  We sped to the rolling tree-lined water view roads, but the sun was bursting with excitement about its record-breaking stint.  It was just hotter.

Yet in those precious moments when the cool ocean air and the sweet shade gave us those pockets of pleasure, I laid my head back while riding on the back of the scooter and indulged in the shade.  In the tradition of my favorite meditation practice, after diving into the vision that everything is a vibration of love, I asked these towering ancients: What am I to be?

“Be shaded,” they said, “Be cool.”  In fact, it came down to one word: “Chill.”  They are so succinct, the trees, whenever I listen.  I sang to them all the way home.

Today I dive deeper into the exceptional peace of the moment.  Whether blazing hot, sweaty and sticky, fanned or cooled, deeper and deeper I dive into the Divine.