Meditate

There is a picture I have that is of a lighthouse keeper’s house attached to a lighthouse that has seemed like the perfect place to be for me. I imagine walking along the sandy path of the fence to that house. The scent of the air and ocean life invite my lungs to fresh, salt air. I take in a deep breath and then let the air out of my lungs completely. I feel relaxed as my eyes witness the first few glances of the warm sun as it begins to rise in the East. The horizon, the place where the sky meets the water, becomes hues of pink, orange, and yellow. I find a place to sit on the sand so I can begin my morning ritual of stretching out my tight body after a good night of sleep. The sand seems to form to my legs. After I stretch my legs, I lay back to place my head on the soft, warm sand. I can feel the grittiness of the sand as I braid my fingers through it. I let go of all the tension in my body.  It’s at this moment that I feel my heart rate slowing down to an even rate. My breath becomes much less labored. I give in to the peace and comfort of my place in this world right now. I am free.