10/14/2026
The market never happened. The weather had other ideas, and the day we had set aside for it became something else.
Rain fell behind the gong. We rolled out mats and made room for yoga, Reiki, and gong work. The room grew still. Breath slowed; sound filled the quiet without asking anything of us. The rain was not a disappointment. It was a backdrop.
Nothing is everything. And everything is now.
We each received a stone. No one could remember what the stones meant, yet every one seemed to fit the person holding it. That was the whole point: we did not need to explain the feeling for it to be true.
Mine was snowflake obsidian: grounding, purifying, and connected to the root chakra. It is said to soothe stress, bring hidden feelings to the surface so they can be released, and help break old patterns, even the ones carried in the voice inside your own head.
In the video, I hold the stone and say, "I'm keeping this one close."
The quiet evenings held their own too. Rain on the roof, and my cop shows. Homicide Hunter with Lt. Joe Kenda is everything.
Thursday: a closing breakfast, the lessons, and the close of this series.