Small Stone: the Train

While sitting in group meditation, Sunday morning at the Fort Collins Shambhala Meditation Center, a train goes past. When it blows its horn, it’s so loud I can feel it echo in my chest, vibrate in my heart. I feel awake and in my body, aware of my tender open heart, and mindful of all the bodies and hearts of those around me, in the room and beyond.

image by cassandra turner