"write down a positive memory" — July 12, 2021
I’m rolling down the grass in the nearby cliff. It’s sunny and chilly. I feel clean, although I’m almost on mud. I go back up to roll down again, but there’s no fatigue; I could go on forever. Raw laughter, pure childhood joy. There’s no load, no scrutiny, no noise. I’m a 9-year-old monk, enlightened, not knowing so.