MEDITATIONS IN CLAY :: DISPATCH 08

POTS & PRAYERS 051 - 057

Warm greetings from a different desert - an expanse that rests a little bit north and a little bit west from where I most recently came. I’ve fallen hard for the slow, quiet desert life. I knew this about myself before I got swept up in the beauty and turmoil of NYC, but it took a decade before I’d gather the courage to leave the community I built and allow myself to softly sink into the landscape with it’s space for reflection and extremes.

This morning, my pup and I hiked out on our land before arriving at my desk for the day’s work. With any twinge of discomfort, I look toward the mountain peaks out my window, breathe deeply into my lungs, and relax into my knowing - that I’m here now, sitting in the right place and heading in the right direction.

It is with surprising ease I find forgiveness toward myself for missing an entire week of meditations in clay. It was an impactful week in my life and, while I hope to grow into a more committed meditation practice in my future, I am proud of the week I experienced and proud to be diving back into my meditation practice now. May this be a gentle reminder from the universe that you can always begin again.