Morning meditations sit differently with me. I should do them more often, as they set the intention and the tone for how things will unfurl, and first thing in the morning is usually the quietest bit of the day. (Today’s may be a bit of an exception, as a neighbor is already mowing the lawn at 7:30 – questionable neighbor behavior at best, something else at worst.) With the windows closed, it’s only a slight drone of noise, so it’s not the end of the world.
The sun is brilliant on this morning, illuminating the first leaves of the Japanese coral bark maple – highlighting the chartreuse of the foliage and the scarlet stems – both glorious against a blue sky. It’s still spring, but the light, and the hum of a lawn mower, hint at summer. To further confuse issues, I’m posting this at midnight, as the calendar ticks over to May – a midnight morning meditation post, because calm and stillness has a place at all times.
