A gentle breeze wisped by and a tender ray of sunlight wafted down on my right cheek. I sighed in release as my sleep deprived weary body nestled into a camp chair. Like many, I have been waking up between 3 and 5 am each morning with messages that ask to be written down. Decked out in my winter jacket as the last blast (hopefully) of winter chill dissipated on a the final day of April, I closed my eyes and drifted into a meditative state with wafts of lavender and peppermint waving their tendrils. I tuned out the overlapping voices of passersby and the cars that hummed on Route 313 in my town of Dublin, PA.  In the most unlikely of places, I allowed myself to mellow out. The Dublin Firehouse Flea Market and Craft Fair is occurring and I had arrived around 8:30 am to help my friends Kim and Eric set up shop with Kim’s home made items called Peaceful Wraps. Good for what ails the body, they are comforting when heated or frozen. I have used them on neck, back and knees. They are filled with rice and all manner of yummy scents for soothing body and soul. Kim is also a Reiki Master and they are blessed with that energy of love and light.

It occurred to me that we consider certain places spiritually enriching and others distracting. Temples, churches, synagogues and mosques are no more sacred than the grassy expanse of a local fire department in small town USA. If I can meditate there, it is a no-brainer to be able to do so anywhere. The only difference is my willingness to clear a space for the monkey mind to have its say and then feed it a banana and send it on its way.