It was a beautiful Sunday morning. So beautiful,I woke up long before my alarm went off. I guess it was the hills calling again. So I packed up my little pack and headed out to the edge of town. The drive down Dry Creek Road was exciting. I felt like a kid heading off to Summer Camp. When I got there I decided to head straight for the trail, without changing into my boots.
I only had a short time, and this is a very long trail. So, I took the shortcut to the top, near the beginning of the trail. The sun was rising high and so were my spirits. There is one main trail up there that is well marked and wide. It's where the tourists were heading. But I spied with my little eye, numerous other trails leading over the ridge or into the trees. I took one and walked until I found a big comfortable boulder (excuse the oxymoron). There I sat down to meditate.
Before I got started, though, I realized I leaned into a big cactus when I sat down. I laughed at myself and decided that removing the needles from my shirt would be the start of my meditation. Yes, anything can be a practice in mindfulness. It really was a good exercise for focus. After that I sat as still as the stone I was sitting on. A light breeze blew by me and shook the leaves on the alien looking tree (see the photo where leaves and branches are blended together). I admired its beauty and its resonance with the breeze. I felt the heat of the sun, and it felt like pure power. Yes, the weather is cooling off and I am gaining a new appreciation for the sun. How much life it generates, how generously it shares its energy. I felt its rays shining through my hat, my clothes, my sun screen--it is after all, only a screen.
Remembering the beauty and bounty of life on this planet was a great way to start my week. Grateful for the oneness!
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