I daydream of meditating for hours. Laying or sitting in silence. My body comfortable and my mind clear. My reality is I am a super busy momma/wife/solopreneur/student. There are things to be done of which I must do. So, I micro-meditate.
I sit, my fingers poised above the keys, ready to rapidly fire thoughts, emotions, lessons I’ve learned. Yet, my hands grow weary of holding the pose and my eyes glaze over as I stare at the blinking cursor.
As Spring comes around again… Sprouts, having burst through, reaching, 2 arms to the sun Young Robin I see you as you keep an eye on everything and everyone Roots supple with what Earth gives in Spring