As challenging as it is to meditate at home every day, meditating on the road is a difficulty of it's own. We are in Oregon near the Columbia River for Salmon Fishing this week. It has brought its own pleasures. Walking through the campground roads this morning I found a small bridge over a dry creek in the back nine. The bridge lead to a narrow path between trees and ferns and general underbrush. It is idyllic. And yet, this is the Great NorthWet. That means it was drizzling, and has been drizzling since we got here at 2 a.m. The world here is wet. I meditated standing today. I will gladly meditate standing again tomorrow.
In the meantime I would like to say thank you. Thank you to every one I have ever known, in person, over the Internet, on the phone, by mail. Everyone has brought me something. Some people came in packages with lousy gift wrapping. But as I remove the wrapping each one is a gift.