Sitting quietly
But my thoughts are not so quiet
I hear them one by one and in a jumble playing over each other
The noise!
I return my attention to my breathing
Tummy in, tummy out
Shoulders opening
Shoulder blades sliding down my back
Deep sigh out….ahhhhhhh
The knot in my stomach starts to soften as my thoughts lose their grip
and begin to slip away from me
There are tranquil spaces of quiet where I cannot even catch a thought
Nothing there, just an ease, a melting into the moment
A gentle flow, a sense of peace and effortlessness
No straining, no trying
Just being
Even when these moments of magic are brief
I know
This is why I meditate