Red is the colour I wear most often. The deep rich red, maroon, of the robes of a Buddhist nun. With a hint of yellow, reflecting the wisdom and compassion of our nature.
I stumbled into the red room following a friend, not seen for over two decades. Google opened the door to both, the friendship of past years and the potential of the future. This morning I had never heard of such a place, now I write here. Such is the expression of change and impermanence in our lives.
Certainty - of anything - has become more tenuous as I age. The naive blush of youth has weathered and faded. The only certainty I hold to is that truth lies in every heart, and calls to each of us. Whether we listen may be uncertain, but the presence is not. This is the potency of breath, life.
The sun is settling behind the hill; one dog snores another gnaws a bone already chewed a thousand times by many teeth. Two others pretend to sleep, but really are patiently waiting for their evening meal. The day turns.