Keeping me sane.
Composed.
Moving.
Over the
3 o’clock wall, and the time drags. Want to go for another vineyard walk, get out of the office just for a bit and enjoy air, sniff and sip it as the tourists do wines in the tasting room. Wish I could clock out early and do some tasting myself, be a tourist, just for a minute. People all over the industry think this, think about ‘it’. But I couldn’t be luckier as a writer even if I tried, if I scammed, if I plotted and planned. My luck heaps, and I more than acknowledge. I wish for nothing. I write with and from what I already have in his wined, pre-written web.
A Seeing
As I understand, in this learning about meditation, is that it’s about appreciation. Appreciating your surroundings and the ground, sky, whatever birds are chirping around your part of Earth. And if you’re inside, in some room, be appreciative of having that room to collect yourself in.
Today, I went to a part of the block that was recently tilled (not sure which varietal), so I could better see the Earth, it looking up at me. And I could only feel grateful that I had that moment, right there, under the clouds. Appreciative.
Everything around me singing. Meandering while centered.
It was more than appreciation, more than awareness or understanding. I’m not sure what it was, but it was something more. And I found it, whatever ‘it’ is, in that meditation on my lunch break. FOR THAT, I’m grateful.
(5/24/16)