Running up a long, icy hill in freezing rain this morning becomes a kind of balancing act, a moment-by-moment game of lost-and-found, coming unbalanced and rebalancing.
In this fast-and-slippery kinhin, I see again how this wonderful practice is still teaching me to find my breath. Steadying it steadies me – a whole new understanding of “following the breath!” Meditation builds the muscles of perseverance, strengthens me for abiding when I am off the cushion and in the world.
My heart opens in gratitude to all of you who abide with me. Thank you.