This Morning

This morning I woke up quite early to a feeling of calm. The sea of my thoughts and emotions barely rippled. My boat was ready to row in any direction that I chose.
In the stillness, I took the time to look within, to do simple techniques of meditation that I was taught 46 years ago. It was as if the stillness of the morning was a reflection of the stillness within.
How can something be so still and yet so deep and rich and alive at the same time?
I say still, but really every fiber of my being rings and glows.
I savor this morning because soon my day, even in social isolation, will begin to ripple. Sometimes the waves even come crashing, it can’t be helped, or can it? I am in a boat and the boat is in an ocean.
“I am” in a boat and the boat is in the ocean. I am.
I am, and in my I am presence, it is a completely different experience.
I say to myself, Laura, please remember!

Pomegranate blossom, it holds a memory for my dad of an island boyhood but this blossom is alive today