It is so hypnotic–and maybe we planned it that way–to have a body and it’s aches, wear, tear and stubborn resistance.  The mind is part of the body, set as a sentinel for the human longevity mostly it seems.  Except for when the mind goes rogue and insists on early death, suicide and violence.

But let me “immerse myself in the energy of the rising day” my Taoist reading tells me.  I laid in bed much too long this morning, breathing deep the sweet warm summer breeze that pulls in the rain.  Windows up in this old house, I pray my body allows for this same openness.

The bush outside my window waves at me, the treetop shudders with the wind visit.  I entreat the Divine to remind me all day today of the ease and kindness my body feels all around me, and the mind chatter rests on You that permeate my energy in all ways.