The lilacs were in bloom

I lay in my bed in that state between waking and dreaming. Falling in and out of Narnia and beyond. Fighting off my “morning sickness” waves of anxiety and negativity reflected in the mini dreams of partial wakefulness. Outside the sounds of the neighborhood waking to a new day of hopes and dreams of despair and frustrations, drifted through my open window. Suddenly! through the fog of my mind, a delightful sense of peace and rightness took hold as I breathed in the delightful scent on the air. The lilacs were in bloom it was spring finally and I could get out of bed filled with hope.

That mornings meditation under the lilac tree began the change in me that brought me to my path toward awakening.

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