Morning Meditation (WELLNESS)
So I began to meditate again. Quietly, without telling anyone in particular.  In the winter morning dark, I come downstairs.  I settle myself in the living room chair. And there, I breathe. In. Out.  Watching the breath, turning my focus inward. Two?  Three? Ten minutes?  Each day is different.  I try not to judge, to forgive myself on the mornings when it's hard to quiet my mind.