Tonight’s Meditation
So I sat with my meditation group for an hour, fully intending to write something about meditation on my blog tonight when I got home. Fully intending to write something jovial, or funny, or light hearted. But as I sat quietly bringing my attention to my breath over and over, the lines from the poem below (Scout’s Honor) kept coming into my head. I could not stop them. I could not stop this visceral response to the day’s news events. So, in the name of “being with what is,” the poem is what you get. No point fighting it. Sigh… I am really not always this melancholy, but today I am…and that is “what is.”
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