On our walk this morning we took the opportunity to chill awhile aside a quiet stretch of Blackensford Brook. I'd only intended a brief rest stop, some breathing, a quick chant, and a treat or two for Geoff; although the spot held us for longer. After the afore mentioned I adopted a malasana (squat) pose on the gravel close the babbling stream, closed my eyes and began to slow and deepen my breath; I found myself tuning into the sound of the water as it passed over nearby stones, then I became aware of the myriad sounds of water navigating myriad obstacles all around me, and one by one I focused on those sounds adding each unique sound to what was becoming a watery aural tapestry; eventually I found myself in a place of effortless and blissful mindfulness. Of course, after a few minutes, and all too quickly, my mind interrupted, and my meditation was over, still lovely whilst it lasted. I can't recall my awareness of a moment being so focused and complete.
