Two years ago, I started a morning practice where my meditation and journaling time started on the floor on a yoga mat. I begin by sitting up crisscross applesauce but then move to a place where I am lying on my back. When we were building our home 6 years ago, I insisted on having double doors leading to our patio outside. While laying down my view is the open sky. Many mornings it is grey (thank you Ohio!), but there are mornings when it’s bright blue and the clouds remind you of an intricate masterpiece. The occasional bird flies along with the jetting plane leaving a white trail behind. It’s lovely.