snow falling on red maple ...
snow
the beauty of it is ... glorious
changed the sheets on my bed to flannel. washing blankets and preparing a path to a deep meditative afternoon.
my mind was way unsettled this morning. it has been a very very long time since i was not able to sit for a full half hour. even in chatty mode, i have been able to sit within it ... but not this morning.
i woke and looked at the clock and it was 5. all those wakings at 520 and my body is into a rhythm.
perhaps meditating then was being called for. and then back to sleep as is my usual want. tomorrow then. i will keep the time.
and snow. and tomorrow sun. probably that brilliant blue jay sky that comes after the storms.
so. hot tea. two duvets. and while the laundry spins in various cycles i will settle into my spinning galaxy of a mind and swim.
the beauty of it is ... glorious
changed the sheets on my bed to flannel. washing blankets and preparing a path to a deep meditative afternoon.
my mind was way unsettled this morning. it has been a very very long time since i was not able to sit for a full half hour. even in chatty mode, i have been able to sit within it ... but not this morning.
i woke and looked at the clock and it was 5. all those wakings at 520 and my body is into a rhythm.
perhaps meditating then was being called for. and then back to sleep as is my usual want. tomorrow then. i will keep the time.
and snow. and tomorrow sun. probably that brilliant blue jay sky that comes after the storms.
so. hot tea. two duvets. and while the laundry spins in various cycles i will settle into my spinning galaxy of a mind and swim.