Finding Your Teacher

Dawn at the Gas StationI sat down to meditate just before dawn, and got to witness night glancing enigmatically over her shoulder at the colorful excesses of the sunrise.

Moments later our youngest pranced into the room, planted herself in front of me and slapped her soft, sleep-warm hands on my knees (an utterly delicious sensation).

“Wake up, meditating Mommy!” she said.

Cracking my eyes open and smiling at her, like the crocodile mama in “The Extraordinary Egg,” I ask “would you like to sit with me for a few minutes?”

“No! I want to dance!”

Our daughter — the boddhisattva.

Like all children.

A boddhisattva is a person who is able to reach nirvana but delays doing so out of compassion in order to save suffering beings.

It’s fun, and deeply meditative, to watch the night open up to day. Here are sunrise and sunset times for the East Coast of the USA.

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