This morning I chose to do my meditation in a straight backed chair.
Sometimes it is easieir when the house is quiet and every one is sleeping to slip out of bed and just pull up achair in the sunshine.
When I opened my eyes after doing the alternate breath meditation , I saw pair of sea eagles floating above the headland. The wind has risen and now and then whistles around the house, keeping evryone tucked in their beds.
These exquisite birds are in their element, rising and falling wiht no effort. circling above one anohter, until one flapping its wings gains height, and and drops down above the one below, who immediatly rolls on to it’s back and they almost touch talons. wathching their grace I became lost in hteir freedom, awed by how htier play ,in silence and serenityconnected them to the rising wid , scudding clouds and bending branche