This morning I sat for almost two hours, coffee mug warming my hands, just watching. A couple of times I stood out on the porch, breathing it all in. At little after 6:57 the sun eyed me over the thin rim of clouds on the horizon.
On a given morning at home I never sit and be this long. Oh, I don’t have the sunrise, but I also don’t have hours and days of silence, solitude and simplicity to drift about in that seem to embrace this kind of meditation. Four full days here at the cottage is mighty special. “Very grateful.”