Driving While Grateful
As I drove across the West Seattle Bridge this morning, the sun crested the Cascade mountain range to the east and Mt. Rainier sat grandly to the south. It was a stunning sight, not one that we in the Pacific Northwest get to enjoy often. Although it is somewhat of a myth that it rains all the time in Seattle, it is often overcast and such sites are rare. But this morning was breathtaking. The mountains stood stark against the orange, red and dark blue sky in the pre-dawn. I had one of those moments (not recommended while driving) when a wave of gratitude swept through me so intense that I let out a big sigh and completely relaxed. Fortunately for all the other drivers on the road, I snapped to and focused my attention on the task before me but it reminded me why meditation is so important. It gives me complete permission to have moments like this every morning as I sit on the cushion. It’s pure, unfettered access to peace.
I don’t think any of us, except for the extremely enlightened souls on this earth, ever allow ourselves enough peace, enough joy or enough forgiveness. That’s what I’m striving for every day, even if it’s just for twenty minutes. I know that no matter how many clouds may obscure the horizon, the beauty of the sun and the mountains and the Technicolor sky remains. That is the peace that eludes so often, ripe for all of us to embrace.