It’s a peaceful summer morning in the coolness of my barn. The horses are quietly enjoying their morning breakfast. It is here that I find my zen mind – my zen body – the place where all deep awareness is born and lives. There’s a small single baby barn swallow in the rafters awaiting her momma’s return with her baby bird breakfast of worms and seeds. As I sweep the corners of the stall where she was born, she bravely pokes her head above the nestline, driven by her growing courage and curiosity in who I am. I whisper a quiet, “Good morning little one – I’ve been wondering when I would get to meet you.”
