Soar high!
Feet bristling through the carpet in a half hazy world, I make my way to our armchair and seat facing the window.
I could feel the cold leather as steel on my skin, awaking my senses but not so much. I draw the blinds, as far as it would go, and I would look out, as far as my eyes can see. And I see clouds, clarity, blue skies. Eyes half open, I close them again and feel the earth around me.
Stillness. Within me. Lotus. Half lotus. Thoughts would come unbidden but I try to coax them to a straight line – a horizon of white light. I let that light come inside and light up everything, my heart, my liver, until it begins to smile (reminiscent of Ketut). That smile goes the way up to my lips, then my eyes and I allow myself to open my eyes and see the world again.
I take a moment and breathe in the present. I look outward, beyond, free myself from my thoughts.
Other concerns niggle at the outskirts and I say hello to them, and goodbye.
Everything is brighter at this time, clearer.
I see birds flying and soar with them, sharing a secret language.
I pull back to my present, brew myself some coffee, contemplate, refusing to run the day through my head.
But it comes, as it must.
How do you start your morning?
P.S. I am currently attending a Spark Weekend and it is releasing words from me. Being editor, I work with words, most of them not mine, and the time constraint of my every week has stopped me from looking within and giving birth to stories. I am glad to have reconnected to that part of myself. A special thanks to Aileen and Lorie who made this possible.