Meditating with Tildy
Post date: Mar 08, 2017 1:10:55 AM
At dawn Tildy trots to the meditation room.
A small bundle of tossed, white curls
ears, nose, tail —
signposts pointing to the sky.
Beverley Sweeney (on Meditation Retreat)
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.
Like a conductor
she lifts her chin
looks towards our teacher.
Permission to begin.
She has her own chair.
We watch as she eyes it carefully,
leaps up, turns around once,
settles into the orange cushion.
