Meditation was a mess this morning. The clouds moving across my sky were dark. I lost count of my breath. Said prayer in an odd order. Glad I did it.
Meditation was a mess this morning. The clouds moving across my sky were dark. I lost count of my breath. Said prayer in an odd order. Glad I did it.
Gentle waterway scenery from surprising corners of NYC
aware of the breath
the threads are bound together
dry leaves sit with me