I’ve been meditating under this spruce tree for a little while.

Its quiet in here. I cant hear my thoughts. Erik, isn’t that the entire reason that you began this journey? Wasn’t it find some relief from your thoughts? Now, when I close my eyes, I’m going to my temple. And when I feel my breath, I know that I am home.

I can perfectly hear the song that the birds are singing. I guess I can’t remember the last time I listened to the song of the birds. I’ve really forgotten how they sound. I can feel the cool of the breeze on every part of me that the wind touches. I can hear the business of the leaves in the trees moving in the wind. This is really the best moment ever!

Erik H.