Nature is Harsh

Today during my walk, I saw a hawk swoop down right in front of me and snatch a chipmunk. I know, the circle of life bla bla bla. It was upsetting. I felt like I should have helped the little guy. Doing what? I have no  idea. I felt even worse for wishing it had been a mouse, or the pesky garden snake that freaks out whenever I walk by the same spot every day and returns the favor by making me jump. ( It might not even be the same critter, it just occurred to me..) So much for equanimity. Oh, and yesterday something stole my last two tomatoes. In another vein I’m kind of surprised than I’m not doing the happy dance because it’s a moon day.  My practice for some reason benefits so much from an extended rest. I took it easy in Maine to let my unhappy toe calm itself, and yesterday’s practice was enjoyable and strong. So of course I want  more of the  same today. But  I know better. I betcha that it is definitely NOT the same and then  tomorrow I’ll be singing to the  tune of it was so hard last  time I bet it will be just as hard this  time, right? How do you write every practice is unique in Sanskrit? That would look good inscribed on the wall you face when you practice…..