Every morning begins in meditation. The process is like putting on armor for the day’s battle against my own impatience, inadequacy, resentment and hostility. It leads me to the stillness and serenity that awakens the best pieces of me.
For a short while there is a deep silence that has a melody of its own – a sweetness unknown amid the harsh discord of the World’s sounds. It is a sanctuary of my own making.
Meditation is not about mastery of the technique, but about letting go of control. I am liberated to venture in any direction I choose. Sky above me. Earth below me. Fire within me.