body and breath

The touch of good, clean sheets on my skin in the morning. The smell of fresh laundry. I feel the touch of the sheets and the ache of my muscles and I feel alive. The good warm pain of having worked hard makes me smile. I roll slowly from side to side. Slowly enough not to wake my mate. I enjoy the languid easy motion. I hook my foot over the side of the bed and enjoy the pull and sensation of tendon and muscles. Weight and counterweight as I roll on the bed. Last night I watched my dancers. I watched bodies roll and fly through the air. I witnessed the line of body, the fly of hair, the opening of virtual wing. The languid roll and the fresh arrival of body and breath.

The fresh arrival of body and breath and I awaken. Each day again and again. First in bed, I awake and I have body and I have breath and I can get up and start the day. After the children have left for school I sit silently on my cushion and return to my body and my breath to begin 'my day.' I take the dog for a walk in the woods, again returning to body and breath I can experience the forest. This meditation chimes though my day breath reminding me again and again to be present. Only now, only this moment, only this body, this one breath.