This morning we took a rousing three-mile walk from the Mystic Library down the hills and then along the wintry river, and then back up some long but sweet-tempered hills to the library and the car. I worked on my patience during the walk, just letting each moment be perfect (which, in fact, it always is), and holding in mind the amazing expansiveness of my life and all of life. It was especially easy to feel open and free along the spread-out, spacious river (below).
And here are the brave and bouncy walkers …
