Closing my eyes, I imagine a body of water. In my mind’s eye I see a lake in Muskoka: a thick morning mist hovering over the surface. I breath and imagine the fog rolling back to reveal a shimmering gray surface, the sleight swells of the water reflecting shards of light.  A fish jumps and distracts me, and my mind scans the surface for more life.
I breathe again, this time more deeply, slowly, holding it awhile before slowly exhaling.  The waters of my lake calm…..then the dog growls, pulling me from my reverie, his insistent barking terrorizing a passerby.
Another deep breath. Where was I? I allow the heaviness of meditation to settle my body and focus again on the water’s surface. I imagine the call of a loon, beckoning me further into the reverie. I imagine I can smell the water, and the freshness of the Northern air. The early morning rays catch the ripples and sparkle.   The morning mist is gone now, and the wind recedes, calming the surface of the water, and with it my mind. Ah, the beauty of stillness!
I surrender to the serenity of the moment.
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One Woman's Quest 