Birdwatching

Good morning
Sunrise meditation
Sitting or standing
On the wooden planks of our little cabin’s balcony
Every morning the same yet different
Notice the pastels in the sky

Midday meditation
There is no one right way to sit
There is no one right way to practice
Isn’t everything practice, after all?
Isn’t everything life unfolding?
Suffering is to be accepted, not evaded
Difficulty, sadness and death are not optional
But neither are joy, celebration and beauty

Tune in to the birds’ heart songs
Gaze at the cloud formations billowing slowly
Contemplate the water, so blue and sparkly, rippling
Listen to the wind, the leaves, the trees
Watch the birds swoop, fly, flutter from branch to branch
Watch the thoughts swoop, fly, flutter, stutter, compete, judge, opine
and all the rest
Watch the sensations in the physical body and the energies in the subtle body
Watch the emotions come and go
Sunset meditation
Good night