The practice of meditation is simply allowing all thoughts to be without judgement, grasping, or consideration.  To watch them float by on the river of the breath, coming into view, bouncing on the intake and outtake of air, and floating gently down the river out of sight and mind.

It is this dear exercise that reminds me to be open.  If I allow each thought to be just the way it is, I can also let it go and be completely open and empty.  Open heart, free mind, loving kindness and free for something completely different.

Like loving Los Angeles.  It can happen.

But today I wrap myself in the love of the thorough steady white sky rain in the forest of Pacific Northwest green quilt comfort.