Sitting in morning meditation the idea floats into my body/mind/spirit… “I am not alone.”
I call it an idea because it is more than ‘a thought’. It is a feeling, a sensing, a knowing… “I am not alone.”
It is the sensitivity to being wholly present, embodied within this moment with all of life, nature, everything and everyone in this world.
It is all I am, all that is, all that grows and breathes and lies inanimate in and all around me.
The idea floats into my being, present and connected, and as it begins to flow gently through my body, like water drifting down through pebbles in a glass, I feel a sense of peace embrace me and fill me up.
I sip from its nourishing waters and tears gently begin to flow down my cheeks as I fall effortlessly into the beauty of all that is. Present. Here. Now.
When I open my eyes the world outside my window is bathed in carmine-hued morning light. The leaves are tinted autumn gold and the river flows past in reflective homage to the day breaking through night.
It’s a beautiful morning.