I’m heading back to Vancouver, to complete the second weekend of the Level One course.  The first weekend infused my practice with mindfulness. 

I’ve had a wonderful few days with my brother and sister-in-law.  What a pleasure to walk in nature, to sit in stillness, to read under the sun, and to be alone.  I love being in the company of kindred souls.  I also savour my solitary time.

I spent my first solo morning immersed in a sutra-inspired practice.  So moved by the reading, I transcribed the sutra and poured my emotions onto paper.  I folded this special note and tucked it into my back pocket.  I lost it on route to the Sunshine Coast. 

Bummed by the loss of my next class plan - I blamed my awkwardly small jean pockets.  A few thoughts later I pondered how excited I would be to find a handwritten sutra and poem.  Its somewhere out there, perhaps in a garbage can or in someones hands. I wonder if they have deep pockets?