Can I store in my mind's eye, in the stores of happy memories in my heart, all the peace and beauty I experienced here? Will there be a time just like this again in my future?

Nearing the end of it I feel that I should have written more, done more, thought more of everything that I felt. Then I think, in a way, it was a whole month of quiet, tranquil meditation. Not really a time for thinking but just for stopping. Not for acquiring but just cleansing. I got to be one with the the waves and the wind, fleeting, coming and going, rising and crashing, holding nothing, always ready to let go.

At times I find myself searching for big lessons, opportunities for great deeds wondering if to find naught would be a waste. I am still uncertain but at the same time not worried.