Meditation: Time often bends the rules.

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Somewhere between light and dark and the swells of living, I can see through the horizon and settle near a glacial lake.

When I can, I visit for what seems like hours; really it’s minutes.

Time often bends the rules.

It’s a place surrounded by mountains and meadows and deep midnight blue waters; lupine and windflowers start to bloom. It’s a multifaceted landscape, able to navigate the surface tension of my thoughts.

I plunge deeply and find oxygen in crevices shielded by granite.
I rest here and nearly drift into a full stop.

Breathing gets a little softer and questions dwell in the pause and wink of it all.

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About Carolyn Riker

A creative explorer using the magic of imagination, surfing the sea of understanding and finding bridges to connect it all.
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