It is 6:16 AM on Christmas Day 2019. My son woke up a little before 5:00 AM and then woke me up after. This is the tough part for little guys as we have to wait until the rest of the family wakes up to open the presents. He has contented himself with watching his iPad as well as playing Slither on the PC.
As for me, I’ve made the coffee, put the dishes away, took plenty of video and pictures of the Christmas tree and presents and meditated. I like using my Oculus Go to meditate because you can place yourself in a wide variety of excellent environments such as on the top of a mountain, over clouds, in a bamboo forest and so on. At this time of year the scenes I like are Mt. Huntington, the Silver Alps and Borealis. Today I did my meditation in the Borealis. I’m in snow covered mountains dotted with pine trees and one frozen lake in front of me. It is silent and serene with only the sound of the wind except for two faint other sounds one of which I want to write about. The first is a faint fog horn which calls to mind some remote outpost up in the frozen seas.
The second sound is even more faint but very magical. It is a solitary horn that plays four brief notes. It calls to mind a village that is neither near nor too far in not only distance but also time. It is something from the past, a faded memory that lingers in a very harsh landscape which renews itself with each fallen snow. The Borealis is pristine nature untouched by human hands and only few animals. A frozen tundra that keeps its secrets locked away in pine forests and under frost. I once received a visitor from this world in my backyard and hope that perhaps as a spirit I can visit this cold, isolated world that only birds and and a few foxes know about. I was inspired to write a post about this visitor: A Yukon Home – To be a Varied Thrush.
The time is now 6:40 AM and I must bring my mind back home from the frozen tundra. It is a special morning after all and I’m sure my wife and youngest will be up in the next 30 minutes or so. The time has finally arrived and another year passes.
