Meditation Poem Series: #8

It was a difficult morning to get up. Do you ever have days where you just wanted to hide under the covers?

Some days, little victories are all we have. I got out of bed and sat on my cushion. I’m just glad I was able to show up. Hopefully, I can keep coming back to the practice no matter what.

Meditation Poem #8
my brain tells me lies
my heart sets me free

(Light through my window curtains.)

6 thoughts on “Meditation Poem Series: #8

  1. Winter is hard on me. I have SAD (seasonal affective disorder) so on days I dint have to get up to be somewhere, the nice warm fuzzy bed is a lie lot easier. But I’m finding that the sitting in the first morning helps a great deal with that. It helps me sort my emotions and start the day with a good outlook.

    But as I write this, I’m curled up under my covers. The struggle is real. πŸ™‚ NamastΓ©.

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