This morning as I drove to work before sunrise, a lite fog hovered close to the ground. Rounding the curve heading up York Mountain, I could see the sun in the distance and it looked like a giant ember in the pines. A flush of ducks looked like an apparitions as they swam in a V out of the mist on the pond there by the side of the road. I promise it wasn't drug induced.
It was because I had meditated early this morning. Often when I meditate, my mind chatters like a monkey, but today I was able to quite the noise and I experienced a deep peace and relaxation which stayed with me for most of the day.
These days there is so many things coming at us at the speed of bad news and your mind seems to go into overdrive just to keep up. With meditation you can sometimes slow things down and it gives you the opportunity to see things you would normally miss. I think that's what happened today. A rare gift indeed.
Speaking of gifts, Jilda had put pinto beans and smoked sausage in the crockpot today. When I got home this evening she had cooked cornbread and made her killer cold slaw. We also had fresh tomatoes. Yum. It's a wonder I don't weigh a ton.
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