After returning from my morning swim, I sat in my car, turned off the engine and listened to a sweet, slow, sad violin piece playing on the radio.
I just sat there, trying to turn my brain off to everything but the notes. Just the notes.
Not how beautiful they were, nor how beautiful the day–how easy my swim, how blue and smooth the water, how clean the wind.
I just sat there trying to let myself be TS Eliot’s “…you are the music while the music lasts.” Without trying.
I closed my eyes and let the other stuff go through me. Let the music carry me to that sweet place where all is well. Where all just is.