Waking unnaturally early on this past Sunday, I walked into the living room and found the sun just starting to slant in through the window. A single column of light fell across the floor right near the space where I usually meditate, and it felt like the universe was inviting me to do my daily practice right then and there. There were still shadows from the night, and the edges of objects were laced with darkness, but we were on the other side now, and it was only going to get lighter. I lit the end of a dwindling stick of Palo Santo, gently rang the singing bowl so as not to wake Andy, and settled in for the early morning meditation.
This was the date that a lunar eclipse was happening in Virgo, though I’ve forgotten all the things that it’s supposed to mean for my sign. It was also the last day of summer, so the morning felt both celebratory and a little sad. A friend had recently echoed my disappointment of this summer, and I understood that I wasn’t alone.
Sending the summer off with a sunny Sunday morning meditation felt good. When you can end something with calm and stillness, when you can honor and bow to what has been without feeling too terribly bitter or ill over it – these are good things.
