The Guest Blog: Meditations On Breakfast By Pilar Carrillo Taylor

When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?”

“What’s for breakfast? said Pooh.“What do you say, Piglet?”

“I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet.

Pooh nodded thoughtfully.

“It’s the same thing,” he said.

-The Tao of Pooh

Breakfast has become my favorite time. I sit in our conservatory looking in the back garden at the birds and the neighbor cats that wander through our cat trails. I drink a coffee that was made from a pod and eat a croissant covered in butter. The day hasn’t really started at this point and I resist the urge to open my computer for as a long as I possibly can. Because once I open it I can’t get back to this first moment of the day again. The morning is a fresh, unspoiled place to just sit, meditate, or think of nothing, and to savour the first cup of coffee.

What could possibly happen in the course of the rest day that could be better than this time? I suppose everything, and nothing. It is this time in the present moment that the birds are enough, the sky is enough, the sunshine is enough, my croissant is enough. The moment is complete. And for the rest of the day there might be glimmers of this, but mostly I will be reaching, working, planning, plotting, thinking, grasping, accomplishing, relaxing, and so on. But this morning, the completeness seems to linger.

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