I had a deeply satisfying weekend at the Oaks Spa. Yes, I was at a spa. . .healthy meals, gorgeous landscape, relaxation. But as I often find when traveling, the best of everything is in the people I talk with. This weekend it was on three-mile early a.m. walks, at the class I gave, while sharing meals (poolside, I can't help but add). And, too, there were the perfect bursts of time, when I was solidly in the present moment.
To the right is a photo of Meditation Mount, a serene, lush place where I sit and realize the wonder of my life. My concerns at home--finding more work, a loving mate--slipped away. Not everyone gets to do this, I thought, gaze at a mountainous terrain. I was grateful to be grateful.
This moment I'm back at home. The a/c is off and sweat collects on my forehead. My view is of concrete, sprouts of green, and one gentle tree with fat leafy branches. The view behind that view is of possibility and options.