As the sword fern pushes through soil and leaves, so I push through the detritus of thought and pain,  striving for peace. *** I struggled with meditation this morning, at first. Stray thoughts were pushing in, my breath kept speeding up, my arm was aching (an ongoing issue). But I pushed the thoughts back out, slowed my breath, refocused away from my arm. Repeatedly. And, finally, toward the end of the session, I was at peace and my arm stopped aching. Once again, I didn’t want the session to end.  Centering thought: I experience the healing power of time.  Continue reading Morning Meditation: Perseverance