I keep seeing myself in the center of the lake.
On a still day, and everywhere is blue and quiet – except for where I am
waving my arms about, thrashing my legs against imagined, deep threats
complaining about the turbulent water.
This is my morning meditation as my mind passes through the blue candle
towards the yellow. Yellow is equanimity. The giving and the receiving.
Secure in a sense of enoughness.
I can’t let go of this longing for spring – when the morning runs are no longer a matter of pushing through darkness and trusting that all is well though