It’s late afternoon by the time I get to my cushion at the window.
At first I sit and look. I notice light rain on the brick path, the spiked holly leaves, puddles on the roof.
Before I know it, the project has caught me: I am occupied by preoccupation. I am in the snares of doing.
This is when I remember to say, « Yes. »
Then the project is no-project. There is no-thing to do.
Until that project catches me, and then I need to say yes again. Until that project catches me, and I need to yes again. Until that project catches me, and…