My Chair

I must be getting older, because I’ve come to a place in my life where I have a favorite chair. In the past a chair was something not appreciated and was usually just a convenient rest stop, as I ran around, with restless energy trying to build my life. But, now a chair means something more. It is a place to rest my weary bones, to stop, think, be still and most of all meditate.

Quietness, meditation, hearing the divine words clearly, can only be done from peace and stillness. My chair outside with the birds singing, the Hawks and Eagles flying overhead is the best seat in the house. There a few things more interesting to me than the words and music of Nature. The realization that my place here working my land, painting, walking the dogs, then plunking myself down is all connected. The animals have seemingly accepted my presence. Alfred the Red Tailed Hawk calmly sits in the old Alder as I walk on by. I’d like to think he nods a little. The Coyotes cruise by on the hunt for mice, they calmly keep one eye out for my movements as the rest of their focus is on getting a meal. I wonder what they think of me.

I found peace here and I try to emulate as best I can the confidence, calmness and inner knowing I see and feel in my animal neighbors. Qualities humans often lack, especially the closer they live to a city. I am learning everyday and the richness of stillness is feeding and filling my soul. My chair is just an inexpensive lawn chair, but its a vehicle for peace and inner wisdom…

chairWe are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.”  Paulo Coelho   The alchemist