Morning Meditation4:54 am Coffee poured in a silent kitchen Breathe. Yoga mat unfurled, cushion on mat, seat on cushion Breathe. Awaken the phone, A brief dip into the connected world, Set timer to 20 minutes, START Breathe. Breathe. Settle into the softness of the body Sit like a mountain. Breathe. Listen to the sounds of an awakening house – Shower running, doors opening, children rising. Breathe. Listen to the sounds of an awakening world – Birds outside the window, trucks on the road. Breathe. Feel the aches in the back, a gentle shift of posture. Breathe. Thoughts come … What should I wear today? What will I make for dinner? Thoughts go … Breathe. Loud footsteps on the stairs Four-year-old running, running Hugging meditation, snuggling meditation, smiling meditation Footsteps back up the stairs Breathe. Breathe. Voices, creaking floorboards, movement above Stillness below Breathe. Breathe. Louder voices upstairs, arguments over school outfits Let Daddy handle it… Breathe. Breathe. Outfits chosen, shouting ceases. Breathe. Breathe. A moment of silence. Breathe. A moment of NOISE. Breathe. Thoughts, arguments, hugs, noises, aches, smiles, voices, breaths. The digital bell rings. Timer Done. OK. Rise and Shine.
“If you think that if only you were in a cave in the Himalayas, or at an Asian monastery, or on a beach in the tropics, or at a retreat in some natural setting, things would be better, your meditation stronger … think again…. Why not let go and admit that you might as well be at home wherever you are?”