Every morning, I meditate with Ernie resting his head on my lap. It’s a special time.
This morning, I was focussing on my breath, then I found myself focussing on Ernie’s breath.
And I realised, both were appearing in consciousness.
There’s really no differentiation between inside and outside stuff.
Perhaps that’s the ‘oneness’ the sages talk about?
Regardless, I liked it.