Morning
Each morn I soak my bones.
Steaming water soothes the pain.
Watch the sun break through the clouds.
Hear the birds proclaim the dawn.
I concentrate on my breath.
A tiny cloud
Drifts out to sea.
I concentrate on my breath
and wonder
Is this meditation?
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Lovely idea soaking in a hot tub. I’ve been thinking about you recently because of the fires in California. I do hope you are okay. I’m looking forward to your upcoming Q and A session. Cheers,
Wendy
Hi, Wendy –
Thanks for thinking of me. My daughter and I relocated away from Santa Cruz because the smoke was so bad and the fire too close for comfort. She’s at her sister’s house and I’m in a hotel in downtown San Jose. If I stay here through Wednesday I’ll be Zooming from my hotel room; we are considering going home tomorrow, however, because the coastal breezes are clearing the air over there, while the San Mateo County and Santa Clara County fires are doing a number on the air quality on this side of the Santa Cruz Mountains.
Lovely words, lovely yard.
Thanks, Cecilie. Right now it’s all covered in ash . . .
Tranquilo.