Here I am… meditating. How about that… eh?
Sitting on a cushion and taking on that wild country between my ears. It is
wild country there, but not unlike any other wild country, it is a wonderland
with an infinity of marvels to explore. But, before I go there, I have this
weird relationship with my body that ought to be addressed. I can do that by
paying attention to my breath… not counting them… not thinking about them… but
paying attention… to the feel… the smell… the texture of the air as it cycles
through my lungs… throat… nostrils: In and out… a continual flowing… a stream.
I have heard it said that life is the moment between the inhaling and exhaling
of God’s breath. It doesn’t matter where I was before or where I’ll be after
each breath. It does matter that I am here… now… in each breath.
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