Last night after yoga, I felt strong and good. Firme. I felt like not going home. I felt like going for a drive to watch the sun set. I drove through Silvana, surprisingly into Stanwood, on to Camano, through Camano Island State Park, and then on to Cama Beach State Park, where I arrived in time to watch the red sun hold my level gaze for approximately five minutes before it smoldered into heavy watercolor. The whole time, the sun looked me straight in the face, steady, without a wink.
Gregory Boyd quotes Anthony De Mello saying, "Behold the One beholding you, and smiling." Most vividly I recall his account of bedtime storytime, the son reading the dying father to sleep, the father not being able to sleep because he can't take his eyes off his son.
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