>Thoughts

>It is a warm summer day. You lie on the cool grass, the earthy scent of the just-watered lawn next door drifting past on the soft breeze. There is shade nearby; a beautiful, wide, drooping canopy, but you lie in the sunlight, watching the white puffy clouds changing shape as they make their way across the blue sky. Every now and then a bird flies overhead, or you catch the sound of one twittering in the trees. You breathe slowly and deeply, inhaling summer. Butterflies flit around in their cheery up-down helter skelter sort of way. As you lie there, you watch your thoughts come, and you watch them go. You recognize that you are not your thoughts. You are at peace with yourself. You are happy. Life is good.

I wrote this in my head during yesterday’s twenty-minute lie down.