Every morning I spend about 30 minutes on our back patio, no
matter what the weather. It has become a sanctuary for communing with nature
and my soul. It has not only been a personal sanctuary, but my wife Esther and
I have used this space more in the past year than at any time since we had it
built nearly 20 years ago. It has become our favorite place for spending
evenings reading and talking, eating meals together, or just hanging out from
early spring to late fall.
Esther has worked on making this sanctuary a garden of
delights. Swiss window boxes bursting with the colors of red geraniums and
unnamed white counterparts, pots with hanging ferns and ivy crawling up some
lattice work grace the brick and concrete mason work.
For about 35 years I spent my mornings either jogging or
walking, but age and arthritis caught up with my knees. For 13 of those years
my walks included a dog, and for three of them a paper route. My walks not only
helped me commune with nature, but also helped me learn to know my
neighborhood. Along with some walking meditatively, I also positioned myself as
part of a larger community. Rain, sleet and snow, hurricane force winds and
extreme hot and cold couldn’t prevent me from seeing the changes and routines
of my neighbors.
Now I sit alone, looking out across a back yard to a full
moon playing tag with the cumulus clouds while slowly disappearing under the
western horizon. My presence doesn’t seem to bother my neighbors’ three
sleeping dogs. But let a cat walk between us and they quickly rise to their purpose
in the universe. My physical body may not receive the benefit of necessary
exercise, but by soul has often been filled with harmony with the rest of
myself and the cosmos.
While walking and jogging my meditations were too often interrupted
by distractions; some wanted and others not. Sitting, on the other hand, allows
time for true solitude and stillness. Sitting, especially when surrounded by
the beauty of the coming and going of the seasons, allows my soul to catch up
with the rest of me.
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