The best time for me to meditate is in the early morning - before the sun comes up. That's when my house is the quietest, everyone else is asleep - excepting the three meowing cats, but once I feed them all is clear for take off.
I light candles. The flames flicker all over the place and bounce off of furniture the walls, my own body, making curious shadow shapes on the ceiling and walls. As the sun rises outside my shadows, distinct and obvious in the dark, fade, and there is only me, sitting quiet in front of the flickering light.
Then the challenge becomes obvious. It's a matter of being mystical and real at the same time. I'm working on that one today.
(The photo was taken by Anne Jablonski at our beloved Feathered Pipe Ranch in Montana - one of the most mystical, real places on the planet.)
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