Restfulness. Peace and silence in my head, and despite it being so much needed, it’s hard to get used to it.
I had a nice slow day, kind of empty if compared to the just finished emotional rollercoaster. It felt good.
I just took some alone time, getting a shower, taking care of my body, treating myself to a nice lunch in one of my favourite cafés. I “only” worked 5 hours, and then went out again for a slow, long conscious walk. I felt contemplative, I enjoyed listening to birds and the sound of cars fading away while I walked up to Calton Hill. Again many pairs and couples crossing my path. A general mood of friendliness and peaceful enjoyment, maybe the Pride atmosphere helped in this?
I meditated 20minutes sitting on my favourite stone on top of Calton Hill. The wind was gentle, birds and people moving around me didn’t bother me at all, I felt centred and relaxed.
I spent the rest of the evening reading, although getting restless after a while, incapable of enjoying this much relaxation at its fullness for my stupid, usual impatience.
15 more minutes of meditation calmed me down. I instinctively started singing the Om, my mind got centred and my body followed.
Feeling grounded.
