Balanced Mind with Julie Potiker

Classic Metta Meditation
Join Julie Potiker as she leads you through this Classic Metta Meditation. She completes the meditation with her poem, "March on Meadowbrook Road".
March, on Meadowbrook Road, by Julie Potiker.
Down the way from the old Triumph mine, Narrow-leaf Willow, a rust-colored and wild, leans into the breeze.
Rubber Rabbit-brush waits in stillness, not yet yellow - there's room here for
what takes time. Basin Wild Rye a parchment scrap from last year's book, whispers its end in a papery rush.
Between patches of snow, soft ground starts to look like something breathing.
My boots sink low - just enough to remind me there's life below, waiting to rise, quiet as roots, steady and slow, without need for applause.
Chickadees gossip - Black-capped, mountain, in stereo tones stitched through the trees, voices bright. A Northern Flicker taps at Aspens, bare as bones. Does it know the language that flows beneath this frost? Roots that spill messages deep, a network unseen holding hands in sleep.
And I stand there, Stetson tipped just right, letting the sun do what it does best - warm my cheek. It says: you're here and so is spring.
And that's enough. More than enough, I think.
-Julie Potiker