After the day's walk, I observed that I dreamt every day, and in the morning, I could remember these dreams crystal clear. Personally, dreams have been like a mirror, and I try to draw messages from them to understand the unresolved stuff.
Despite knowing that I have to practice observing my thoughts and sensations of pain, I fail each day. And I know that spill over does affect my co-pilgrim.
Today, during our silent time, while reflecting on a few thoughts, a middle-aged gentleman approached us and offered us a marigold. No words were exchanged, just the gesture of giving and receiving, and a few seconds of gratitude, and we started walking again.
Later in the evening, when we were reflecting, it struck us that the gentleman walked straight to us out of nowhere. There were no farms of this flower around, nd yet the flower was fresh. It wasn’t that he had maflowers; he offered one from them. He just had one flower.
The question we are holding is: what message did he bring us with that flower?
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