Day Ninety-four

A busier traveling day than I thought. I still feel the need to arrive somewhere physically. The stone is quiet wherever it is. All I can do tonight, all I need to do is let go of struggling with the restless feeling of needing to be somewhere. I can rest with anything, anywhere, like the stone. I am not made of the feeling of being busy, of traveling, of arriving. I take deep, quiet breaths.