The moon was near full a few days after Thanksgiving, and it hovered at the top of my parents’ street when I stopped by for a quick dinner in the garage. It seems silly to have prepared the space for one single grand dinner when this unseasonably warm fall allows us to be gathered at a safely ventilated distance. As I made my way back to my car, I caught the moon peeking over Amsterdam, working its magic and wonder and mischief.
Earlier that day I had ticked my meditation time up to a total of 27 minutes, which actually goes by more quickly than one would expect, and the bulk of it doesn’t even focus on me. I spent a good portion contemplating intentions on Andy’s physical and mental health, and have expanded that to include the same for my parents as they are getting older. That only leaves a short time for my own intentions, but they have dwindled in the year since I started meditating, which is how it should be. Getting out of my own headspace will go down as one of the few gifts that 2020 has bestowed on me.
On December 28th, I’ll move up to 28 minutes of daily meditation ~ a lofty goal of peace, a window of light and expansive clarity, and a ritual to quell and calm the holiday mayhem.
