My Soul Sings

The weather page on my laptop shows 39 in Joshua Tree and 16 in Taos!  Whee - I'm glad I'm here now.....  I do not like cold weather.  It's a lovely overcast morning with light rain falling on the Pond.  The wind chimes are stirring, but the wind is light, no ripples on the surface of the Pond.  This is my free morning.  No yoga till this afternoon so I am enjoying plenty of time to acknowledge the six directions, meditate (on my back on the floor with my knees bent and a strap around my thighs - which I am beginning to feel is the best way ever - especially for those who find it impossible to sit with a straight back.......The persimmon trees are full of orange fruit.  The pistachio nut trees Dad bought from California many years ago are flame red now.  Colors are beginning to fade, but still I see reds, yellows, rust, brown and, of course, green of the pines.  The white of the labyrinth stones becomes brighter it seems with each rain.  It is quiet as only it can be here.  Of course, stillness and quiet exist at other places I've been, but this is my personal "special place" sitting in my grass chair looking over the Pond with only the refrigerator motor singing to me.  No other sounds.   And when the motor stops-----lovely silence.  My life seems to expand and soar in these gaps.  Nothing hurts.  Everything is good.  My soul begins to sing.