A Space to Breathe
Covered patio. I had been an almost-meditator for what seems like my entire adult life. In the early years, I was so picky about where and when (seems like all of the universe had to be aligned 'just so' in order for me to even try)... later came littles.... then back to wanting perfect conditions... on and on and around and around it went. I meditated, but no matter how I longed to create a steady habit , I could only manage like three days in a row, then I'd be off for a couple of days, meditate again, then not for a week or more.... sigh. It seemed impossible to make it a real practice. Outdoor sacred space. This summer it all changed. Madd and I wanted to make a sitting area in the den so I rearranged some of the furniture-- shuffled around a few tables, got rid of some stuff that had been in the large cupboard for years and years, brought in my little wicker sofa that had been living next to the pond (for meditating).... things came togethe...