Yellow birch leaves are fluttering to earth, at times looking like soft yellow rain. My woodland path is paved with gold.
Every morning, i follow my personal "yellow brick road" to meditation at a neighbor's house.
Meditation offers all sorts of obstacles--lack of determination (the scarecrow), tension and tightness (the tin man), and lack of heart (the lion). Yet we persevere, confident that our path will lead us to our natural state, which is not Kansas, but kindness.
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