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trees, hint of trail dust, dry pine duff and coffee. Oh, why can’t every<br />
day start like this?<br />
Before I had kids I used to meditate 350 days out of the year, 20<br />
to 30 minutes each time. But now with two busy kids under eight my<br />
meditations are rare as Yeti sightings. I feel blessed if I can fit in a<br />
single meditation session on a weekend.<br />
Sitting beneath the three pine trees I concentrate on my breathing<br />
while, in my head, I repeat my ancient and sacred mantra word,<br />
which was given to me from a Zen master in Boulder, Colorado and<br />
can be traced from him back several generations to a monk in Tibet.<br />
Around me I hear bird song and the soft morning wind hushing itself<br />
as it passes through the pine trees.<br />
The few chances I have to meditate nowadays usually occur in<br />
my living room. The city where I live – Grand Junction, Colorado<br />
– has a great meditation center that I visit once or twice a year, and<br />
I’ve been fortunate enough to meditate at Zen centers in Nepal, Peru,<br />
Sedona and India, some of which were led by world-renowned yogis<br />
and Zen masters. They were all amazing experiences, yet none of<br />
them have compared to the times in my life when I’ve been able to<br />
meditate out in the wild, whether in a desert, mountain, forest, meadow,<br />
what have you, because wild nature contains an inherent raw,<br />
pure energy that is very conducive to peace, and very nurturing to<br />
the human soul, and it seems to me that it gives off a vibrational energy<br />
that our body is already tuned to, but due to being confined in<br />
cities and other unnatural spaces, very rarely gets to feel. There’s just<br />
something particularly calming, soothing and centering about meditating<br />
in the wild.<br />
Yes, I can find peace, I can nurture my inner calm and get centered<br />
when I’m in my living room, or even in an airport terminal, but<br />
it just occurs effortlessly when I’m out in a secluded, wild piece of<br />
nature.<br />
On this particular morning I am able to meditate undisturbed for<br />
about 40 minutes before I hear my kids running down the trail, calling<br />
out for me. “Mommy, where are you?”<br />
Talk about natural, pure, wild energy!<br />
Though these two bundles of commotion produce their own brand<br />
of raw vibrational energy, it lies at the opposite end of meditation’s<br />
soothing, calming energy spectrum; yet these two energy bundles<br />
have their own unique way of centering me.<br />
Meditation is the raw, pure, wild energy that rejuvenates me. My<br />
daughters are the raw, pure, wild energy that drains. Yin and Yang.<br />
Balance.<br />
And that is fine with me. It is wonderful, in fact. After all, what<br />
use is it to get re-energized if you never use that energy? What good<br />
are batteries waiting unused in a cupboard? Put them in the flashlight<br />
and lead your kids down a new hidden path.<br />
Shine on!<br />
12 <strong>Gateway</strong> to Canyon Country