Sitting Meditation - Spa time in your own mind in your own backyardLYRICS - A pair of black faded jeans wrap around my legs as the legs cross over eachother while I sit and watch. A mini spa moment for me, a little sitting on this faded black plastic lawn chair, tucked under a little bit of shade under the hot Sedona sun. The sun seeming to be having a little affair with the earth, their passtion turnign the mesas, the mountains, and bluffs a soft ruddy rouge. For nowhere else in the Arizona desert does the land hold such and immense mysterious power. So I sit. First noticing my toes. Not visually, but from the inside out. Feeling my feet without moving and only moving up my legs once I've felt that urgent throbbing of pulse and energy from my feet then slowly to my knees, relaxing them both with a few deep breaths and then onto my upper legs, hips, waist. With a deep belly breath in, and then slowly out, I relax my chest. The life force floods through my body, into my back, spine and arms. Feeling each inch of my skin, muscles, and bones from the inside, sending ...
