Summer Perfection (A Meditation Minute)

I wish I could bottle up this perfect summer day.  Don’t they always seem to come after the storms (like the one we had just before sunrise)?  The broad, green maple leaves flutter above me as a mild breeze blows through the yard.  The scent of the air is reminiscent of summers past, full of nostalgia- faintly mournful, yet comforting- a memory I cannot put my finger on. Then, the joy of childhood and the wonder of new-found independence, as[Read more]