These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
First two lines of the chorus of These Dreams sung by Heart (just in case you aren’t familiar). I felt aggressive, angry and hateful when I woke this morning and it didn’t take me long to realize who the characters were in my dreams and what rolls they were playing. I realized I was continuing the fear based thinking as I took my first sips of coffee. As is usually the case in writing my feelings out and replacing those fear based thoughts with love and gratitude, it all starts to make sense and disappear.. or heal?? Each time I work through monkey brain thinking, I realize the mental flapping quiets!
The last two mornings, I have decided to take advantage of the solitude and sit by the pond on the walking trail. The sun on my back, shifting the rocks under my sit-down for comfort, the variety of bird songs all around me, the occasional plop of a fish, and the ever smooth glide of a goose through the water leaving a silent wake on the still, pond of glass. These are the moments when a peaceful meditation just happens as you just slide your eyelids closed.
The perfume from the blooming honeysuckle eventually gets me on my feet following the scent…..one of those ingredients of spring I savor!
Until next time…
Silence does a mind and body good.
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Oh, sitting by the pond meditating sounds wonderful! And honeysuckle is one of the best smells in the world . . .
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Very pretty area! I would imagine that is good for the soul.
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WAIT! Is that honeysuckle? I have that plant! I thought it was just a particularly pretty weed. 🙂
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Yes….does it have a perfume scent?
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Love this post. Your morning sounds soooo nice. I enjoy my porch and the pond across the road in the summer mornings. Maybe that’s why I get stuck in the not so nice thoughts when the weather is so cold. Maybe it’s not just lack of light… You always give me something to think about.
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Have you been blogging?
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