31 October 2013
A very short one tonight because I’ve just gotten home, and Andrew isn’t feeling well. I was in a bit of an anxious mood today for some reason, but couldn’t really figure out why. I spent about 15 minutes in the library in the middle of the afternoon. I was returning an audio recording of What I Talk About When I Talk About Running for Andrew, and had a few spare minutes before singing in a wedding across the street. I was feeling disconcerted, so I looked for a book to dip into.
I grabbed Peace Is In Every Step by Thich Nhat Hanh, and it was the best choice I made all day. The rest of the night, I brought my attention back to the immediacy of what I was doing, and in doing so, took a nighttime journey through the streets of Edinburgh. I didn’t even mean to. I intended to take a taxi between events, but a taxi never came. And instead of being frustrated, I enjoyed the play of light on the wet pavement, and the leaves gathering against the walls. I was mindful of the experience of the darkened streets, and the passing cars, and each step of the journey I was choosing to make.
I came home feeling lightened, more refreshed, and generally at peace. What a gift. I wanted to write so much more, but really — who needs more than knowing that each of us can turn ourselves around? Every moment is a chance to turn it all around.