Orioles dance on wet grass. Electric wires stretch across the backyard. Apple trees lined in a row. A bumble bee buzzes by, landing on black-eyed Susan.

These morning meditations, watching nature, breathing in, breathing out. Clearing the mind.

An old friend in Iowa said it’s about mindfulness. Being aware. Weeds sway in the breeze.

Somewhere, a baby cries. His tears wiped away.