It’s been eight years since I started practicing meditation. Some days my mind races all over the place like a monkey swinging from tree to tree. Other days, there there are moments of mindfulness and calm. The world seems to be as it is and right here is where I need to be. Nowhere else, nothing else, just here. This morning was one of those days. Baby Boy O and I went for an early morning walk in the cold. He fell asleep, I did nothing but breathe.
Sleeping beauty
A sad little outlet mall off the interstate where unloved things sit on shelves. Looking for warm clothes for Baby Boy O
Making phone calls in the sun
The day seems to disappear, and then it is dinner time
Sitting by the fire, red wine, pistachio nuts and sweet potato chips
Yesterday’s post: Alone at Last
Tomorrow’s post:
