It’s going to be one of those delicious, rainy days – the steady rhythm of drops against the roof, the clouds proudly looking on at the product of their efforts. Rain…it’s cooling the parched ground and the leaves are now stretching up and up, reaching with exhilaration. And I have the rain’s permission to hang back and snuggle into my home. Some reading, some music, some silent thoughts as I try to understand how karma even fits into the tragic events in Aurora, Colorado (if you think I have answers for this one, please don’t bother reading further – I don’t). I’m going to remind myself to be a bit more grateful today, love a little better today and hold time a little closer and yet more gently.
But I’m also gonna get my groove on – cause that’s just how I have to roll. It needs to carry me to that fundamental place that we all identify with and recognize as part of our uniqueness and part of our connection to the greater whole. So without further ado, for your Saturday listening pleasure…Keb Mo
Waiting for the Karma Truck 