And, Still, Then

And, Still, Then

Musings from a winter morning meditation. 1st I sat, posture erect – moved the body a little; the shoulders, head, neck, feet, ankles. 2nd I enjoyed the perfect brilliant blue sky. 3rd I focused on the breath; the length, the soft sound, the ease, the rhythm....
Mid Day

Mid Day

“Excuse me waiter – Are there hot peppers in these eggs?” Tingling, prickling, heat was creeping up my spine and exploding from the inside out it seemed. Sweat began to ooze from my pores as I dabbed politely, gasping as quietly as I could, certain I had inhaled...