There's a place behind the barn where I go to meditate. It's a rock precipice that drops off about a hundred feet into a small creek that flows near our house.
The rock looks as if it's covered with carpet the color of emeralds. Even in summer when it gets too hot to fish, the rock which is nestled under a canopy of oak and hickory, remains green.
It seems much cooler there even when the air is as thick as molasses with humidity that can't be explained to anyone who's never experienced it. They simply have no point of reference.
But meditation rock, as I call it, is my refuge. I can walk down there and all I hear is the sound of songbirds, chattering squirrels, and water gently flowing over stones worn smooth by years of resistance.
Everyone should have a place of their own. Whether it's a corner of the attic, a bench in the backyard, loft steps in the barn, or a place in the sun in Central Park.
A place of refuge is where you go when life's moving too fast, and the only way to make sense of anything is by slowing things down.
I'm not sure where I'd go had I never found meditation rock.
The rock looks as if it's covered with carpet the color of emeralds. Even in summer when it gets too hot to fish, the rock which is nestled under a canopy of oak and hickory, remains green.
It seems much cooler there even when the air is as thick as molasses with humidity that can't be explained to anyone who's never experienced it. They simply have no point of reference.
But meditation rock, as I call it, is my refuge. I can walk down there and all I hear is the sound of songbirds, chattering squirrels, and water gently flowing over stones worn smooth by years of resistance.
Everyone should have a place of their own. Whether it's a corner of the attic, a bench in the backyard, loft steps in the barn, or a place in the sun in Central Park.
A place of refuge is where you go when life's moving too fast, and the only way to make sense of anything is by slowing things down.
I'm not sure where I'd go had I never found meditation rock.
Sounds perfect...peaceful and beautiful!
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like a lovely place Rick... I need to find a place like that for me... some place all my own :)
ReplyDeleteI agree, everyone needs a special place. mine is under the Gazebo. I can sit ion my swing seat and just take in the peace and nature's beauty.
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I agree Rick that we all need our own "meditation rock", a place to get away from the hustle and bustle of every day life. A place to think, to center ourselves, and to just "be". I have a place like that about five miles from where I live. It's a hiking area that leads to a beautiful view. I've done a lot of thinking in that spot over the past few years :)
ReplyDeletePleasant entry, I reach my place only when I am back packing, I think you described my feelings at that time...
ReplyDeleteI agree--my place of quiet was down by our creek when I was a teenager. Have you ever read "Everybody needs a Rock" by Byrd Baylor?
ReplyDeleteI don't have a place but a time. My morning walk. : )
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