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Meditating with Tildy

posted 7 Mar 2017, 17:10 by Christopher Gibbings   [ updated 8 Mar 2017, 16:06 by Peter Harney ]
At dawn Tildy trots to the meditation room. 
A small bundle of tossed, white curls 
     ears, nose, tail — 
signposts pointing to the sky. 

She has her own chair. 
We watch as she eyes it carefully, 
leaps up, turns around once, 
settles into the orange cushion. 

Like a conductor 
she lifts her chin 
looks towards our teacher. 
     Permission to begin. 

Music leads us. 
We sink into our breath 
     deeper    deeper 
but some of us hear 
the clitter of toenails 
on the floor. 

Finally called back 
we blink, wriggle toes and fingers. 
Tildy is curled on the mat 
     all liquid bones and fluff. 

We gather our belongings, 
slide open the door. 
Coming Tildy? 
Tildy cocks one ear. 
Her eyes open in gentle reproach. 
You lot go on, she seems to say, 
I have hours more meditation
to get through this morning.

Beverley Sweeney (on Meditation Retreat)