I woke up this morning thinking about repetition and how it can be a form of mindful meditation. Every morning I have the same routine. I go downstairs, take the dogs out into the backyard, flush out the fountain with fresh water and fill the cats water bowls. If it’s been dry I water the potted plants in the yard and the patio. I go inside, make coffee, feed the dogs, feed the cats, then sit down and read and/or write while I drink my coffee. I often turn the radio on to WWOZ and listen to their morning jazz set.
I haven’t thought about it until today but this routine is a comfort. It starts my day quietly and peacefully. Taking care of my pets who I love dearly and taking care of my plants that give me so much pleasure actually nourishes my mind and body. I’ve found since I’ve gotten older that I crave home and routine over excitement. I don’t feel a yearning for excitement like I did as a young woman. Some people might think I’ve “settled” and my life is boring. That’s ok. I don’t mind. This is my life and, for now, I’m happy in it.
“Our notions about happiness entrap us. We forget that they are just ideas. Our idea of happiness can prevent us from actually being happy. We fail to see the opportunity for joy that is right in front of us when we are caught in a belief that happiness should take a particular form.”
— Thich Nhat Hanh
2 thoughts on “Morning Meditation 12/7/14”
I’ve been thinking how I’ve always wanted to travel – I still like it, but I want to drive whereever it is I’m going which has certain confines due to work and life. I too have a quiet morning routine with animals and then paid work – I think I need to start working writing into that. I used to do morning pages. This morning I did some research from a book that has to go back to the library – I’m putting together a book (I hesitate to say that out loud in front of everyone – because it’s scary). I hope I’m putting togther a book. Goodness knows I’ve started enough of them!
A book?! I would definitely read a book of yours! Good for You. The thought of putting together a book terrifies me. I wouldn’t know where to start.