I woke to a distant rumble and the comforting sound of rain.
I've missed this.
In that in-between dream state...I wasn't quite sure. What was I hearing...seeing...feeling?
Have I really arrived at my set destination?
I set an intention. The energy carried its own momentum.
In 10-short days...I emptied a house we'd lived in for 30-long-years.
It was a practice of cleansing and clearing...of letting go...of releasing.
There's been no time or space for quiet contemplation...for focused meditation...for savoring.
At times - I almost forgot how it is to breathe. Long and slow and deliberate and deep.
I've wondered how it was going to be.
Will it be a soft one? An easy one? A one that is welcoming and warm?
Two years ago - almost to this day - I wrote this.
About returning...and beginning...and carrying on. I'd been away from this practice.
The circumstances - yes - were different. The reasons - in many ways - much the same.
I felt like an intruder...and interloper...an uninvited observer as I witnessed this intimate scene.
My breath slowed.
I could hear the rhythm of my heart's beating. Steady. Strong. Sure.
On this side of there.