Meditation

IT IS a gray, raw, rainy day as I sit in the old family rocker and peer out of my second-story bedroom window. This room is part of me. If a miracle should give its dormant walls a spark of life they could very well tell a life story--mine. With book in hand I look out the window. The quietness, save for the rhythmical beat of raindrops, and the gray world seem to beckon me to sit back, relax and think. Silently and swiftly my mind floats on endless thoughts into deep meditation. . . .