Joy in Meditations

The light is joy and the sun is bringing it ever anew in each moment
The first light touches my deepest soul and outermost limbs warmly
The plants are dancing leaping shouting - for joy
The grass…oh, the grass is pure love. It’s is selfless and transformative. It is loving unconditionally to any purpose or design or need. It is pure devotion to love

The new facia on an old building… It is hard. Difficult to look at and I don’t understand it. It is hard. Unliving, uninviting, I don’t feel any resonance, no connection to it at all. I find it difficult to keep my attention on it