A suggested reading pause for today.

Like a sesshin with backpacks, the pilgrimage was enough like a retreat that some familiar obstacles rose up for me: comparing mind, grumpy fatigue, sharp self-judgment. But these rarely stuck around for too long, as there were so many other forces ready to bowl them over. Powerful if diaphanous surges of breezy bliss, speckled light scatter, and magical aromas announced the ambient influx of the ten thousand things. A sense of lightness would begin to balloon inside, drawing dark thoughts and heavy feet up and into an ecstasy of moving with the mountain air, exhilarated by the unfolding shifts of landscape populated by a Mos Eisley cantina of other-than-human beings.

The full essay is here: The Wild Awake.