Be Empty of Worrying.

We sit for a long time in the cafe, my friend and I, drinking tea, hoping it will stop drizzling so we can have a walk.

But it doesn't stop so we walk anyway across the long pebble beach at Budleigh Salterton, heading into the wind and mist, picking up pebbles, throwing them into the sea.....remembering the ones we love.

Then we drive home for bowls of steaming spiced vegetable soup and the prospect of an afternoon at the cinema.

This Rumi poem has been on my mind since I read it this morning.

"Be empty of worrying.
Think of who created thought!
Why do you stay in prison
When the door is so wide open?"