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Meditation
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A Lashing of Rain
Monday is rest day, so no running. And this morning I’m grateful: the wind is gusting wetly against the window. Fortunately, it hits the house at an angle and spares us the worst of it. I sit with my back to the cold and write while wrapped in a red blanket that was a gift…
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An Ordinary Day
Last night I fell asleep on the shakti mat. E. says I snore when that happens. Hardly the image that I’m ( — uh — not) striving for with my meditation practice. I read textbooks for another two hours before bed then woke thinking about work. But I felt refreshed none-the-less. They weren’t stressful work thoughts, but energizing ideas.…
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Monday Muppet Mind
Monday, and a week into Advent. A lousy night’s sleep and a cold, wet morning. A cup of coffee in a teacup this morning. I’d pulled the cup from the cupboard thinking it would be nice to hold in my hands: warm ceramic with steaming coffee. You get the picture. But that’s not reality. The…
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Where the Wood Drake Rests
“[… ] I come to into the peace of wild things / who do not tax their lives with forethought / of grief.”from “The Peace of Wild Things” by Wendell Berry This morning E. stops me in the kitchen and wraps his arms around me, and I find it annoying – this intrusion into my…
