Last night I was meditating and found myself lying in a meadow surrounded by flowers that were fragrant and vivid with many shades of reds, yellows, pinks, blues, and whites.  They were waving gently in the light breeze that was gently flowing across my cheeks and ruffling my hair.  I sat up and could just see over the bright faces that were undulating as if dancing to an unheard orchestra, and I realized I wasn’t sneezing as I would be normally.  I took a deep breath and began waving back and forth in rhythm with the stems around me. 

I looked down at my arm as I felt something crawling on it and saw a pretty red ladybug walking up toward my sleeve, so I sat and watched her come up to my shoulder.  She spread her wings, closed them, and began walking back down my arm as if she had come to say hello and was on her way again.  After she crawled onto a nearby bloom I took another deep breath and stood to make my way through the sea of reds, yellows, blues, and pinks.  I bent to look closely at the different types of flowers, and I saw each line on the fuschia petals detailed and unique.  I saw tiny hairs on stems and folds of color that I usually wouldn’t have even noticed, and I spent what felt like hours watching another ladybug walking across from one bloom to another.  I heard buzzing and noticed bees leisurely passing pollen from one red to pink and blue to yellow, and I marvelled at how smootly nature works when we aren’t intervening to “improve” it. 

I finally came  upon a large stone that was perched in the center of the waving flowers and climbed up to sit back and relax awhile, and I breathed in the fresh air  and began rocking in time to the beat of the waving stems around me.  I found myself humming a favorite tune in time to them, and I found myself getting drowsy as leaned back against the warm rock.  The sun was warm on my face and I felt myself drifting into a lovely nap with no sense of time passing or chores to be finished.  I came back from my nap to feel refreshed and rested, and I will be napping there again soon.  I may not be able to go on a normal vacation, but I can visit the field and my nice warm rock any time I have a few minutes.

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