Today my room is awash with brilliant winter sunshine. The sun woke me around 7:30 with a splash of red across my ceiling. The snow covered mountains sit hunkered down under a bright blue sky. The air is crisp and clear - the kind of February morning I recall from my childhood.
I have been attempting to develop a meditation practice over the last two to three years. There are times when I am diligent in it; other less so. But since I returned to my home at Black Bank I have found a rhythm in my life that includes meditation in a way that seems as natural to me as my morning coffee.
There is something about this place in winter that lends itself to reflection and contemplation. There is a beautiful stillness to the mornings that allows me to awaken into a contemplative moment. My routine is simple. I get up - wash my face, go down an make coffee. Then I sit in the sun porch and watch the songbirds cluster about the bird feeder or scurry around devouring seeds that poke up from the snow.
After this I return to my room, read my Tao for the day and then meditate in front of the Buddha I brought back from India. There is a fullness of being that flows through me and I feel grounded and centred within my own life.
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