A Newbie Attends a Meditation Retreat.
I am lying on my belly in the forest, rested on elbows. I stare intently at small patch of earth. Above, silhouetted, serrated tops of pine rock and sway against a sky that shifts from gunmetal clouds to azure. A cool, consistent breeze whispers through the forest as blackbirds, robins, whiskey jacks and chickadees cackle throated melodies. The forest is alive!