This morning, before my meditation practice I listened.
I listened to the silence outside. I listened to the hum of the heater. I listened to the quiet of the morning. And then I floated inward so I could hear myself. There are mornings that I have to do this. On some mornings I can’t just look inside right away. It requires a gentle invitation.
No rushing. No pushing.
I wait patiently and the door opens.
This is my year to live mindfully.