I try to meditate for 20 minutes each morning before breakfast. In these endless days of sheltering in place, it helps but, not as much as I’m sure it could. Spoiler alert…I’m not very good.
The main reason, I drink two cups of caffein laden tea before I start, which give me the jitters. However, there are contributing factors too. For instance when my thoughts start to wonder, skittering off to some worthless but, for the moment, interesting topic, I’m slow to drag them back, preferringinstead to think about what’s for breakfast than going back to dull chore of peacefully counting in and out breaths. Another reason, I always seem to have to go to the bathroom at exactly the wrong time…enough said.
I’m know there are better ways to meditate but for now, I’ll stay where I am because frankly I’d be lost without it.
The first ending. And knowing it would end I wanted another. Lover, summer, pen with which to write it all down. The first disappointment. Which is not remembered but lives in the body. And how familiar it became …Dimitrov
This grove of trees is in Petaluma, California’s Helen Putnam Park. It’s a little less than an hour north of San Francisco in Sonoma county. To my eye, the absence of color and the muted gray tones make this a very meditative image.
I’ve been to this place hundreds of times. It’s land that was once owned by a old relative of mine who loved growing things, especially trees. I’m embarrassed to say in spite of all those visits, I never really “saw” those magnificent trees. In this photograph my wife is touching one. To me, it looks like she’s patting the universe.
Stripted to its basics, this is a photograph of weeping willows and other trees surrounding a calm body of water. There’s a mottled sky overhead and no people to be seen. My additional goal for this image, besides rendering the landscape well, was to create in the viewer a meditative state that arises from seeing this view. I am well aware that it’s a conceit to believe I can but just trying was well worth the effort.