There’s a few less frogs here today, but I can still hear quite a lot of the ones I think are the Banjo Frogs. The dominant sound today is the wind through the pine needles behind me. There’s been spring rain on and off. From the look of the sky to the west, there’s another shower coming. The Bench is soggy, and I don’t have a rain coat.
But I still feel surprisingly calm as I sit here. It’s surprising because today, I was feeling so unwell that I almost didn’t come to the Bench. I wasn’t sure I would make the walk. I really, really wish there was something I could do that would make me feel better.
….. 4:21 pm
When I sit on the Bench for a while, and just relax, stop thinking, and just let everything be, there is a real sweetness there somehow. There is a softness somehow. It’s so sweet, it almost makes me cry.
I just try to breathe that sweetness in. Like if I breathe it in, somehow I’ll be able to take it with me and it’ll stay inside me for all those moments when I’m not sitting on the park bench.
— Catherine