4/21/2019 5:45 a.m.
Good morning, day.
Today is Easter Sunday 2019. I got up early this morning, again, as I tend to do now more often. My mind was already “writing” while lying in bed, as I was thinking about the “sounds of spheres.” [Article to come.]
And it was beginning to dawn. The birds starting to sing. It is now one of my favorite things to do: to sit outside at dawn, under the warmer skies of spring, and listen to the birds, watching the sun come up across the big rolling hill on the other side of the valley.
But I was giddy. Too giddy to hear my inner voices. “At 5:15? How is that possible?” asked the old sleeping bear inside of me.
So I fixed myself a –well, relatively—simple Easter breakfast.
Some coffee, two Easter eggs, peeled, one slice of toast, untoasted, with two slices of turkey ham on top, 3 strawberries, and a bit of brie cheese. Not too bad, and yet, not too rich or fancy. Good, yet humble.
And as I started to eat, I remembered the exercise from Buddhism, about mindfulness, about becoming fully conscious while eating a raisin (you can google that). That is, to incorporate all our senses fully, to be in the moment, fully, and peacefully.
And so I did.
I tasted the various food – how delicious the egg, the strawberry, slowly releasing, no, bursting, it’s unique flavor in my mouth.
And I drank in the marvelous colors with my eyes, the delicious red of the strawberry, the pure white of the eggs.
And I felt my arm move, bringing the tasty food to my mouth. I felt the food inside my mouth, it's texture, the sensation of chewing, swallowing.
And I smelled the wonderful aroma of my coffee.
And I listened –again—to the world around me waking up. The birds singing, coming alive.
It was to be fully in that moment.
A rather spiritual experience…
… of this moment, this day, being born, and reborn over and over again, in each moment.
And now, at dawn, I watched the sun come up, illuminating the darkness, the night becoming day.
And Easter personified.
Because “Easter,” for once, means to look to the East, towards the rising sun.
And Easter means the resurrection of Jesus. Of Him, once more, being alive. "He is risen." Not past, but present, right now, alive in all of us.
As I sit here now, writing, all this is alive in me.
It is spiritual beyond measure.
A communion of the highest degree, with nature, with life, with Being, awakening.
And expressing itself though me, and my words, and my pen, TO YOU.
Magnificent without a second.
And I smile. I am grateful.
Namaste — I bow to you and the Divine in you.
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