This is me under the birch tree in our back yard meditating, which never really happens in the traditional, close-your-eyes-and-clear-your-mind sort of way as shown in the sketch. But sketching itself is rare for me, so I'm going to take this as a win. I do sit under the birch tree and write often. And I watch the finches and jays and grackles swoop back-and-forth between the tree and the bird feeders, which is sort of a meditation on birds. Sketching is like a secret power that I don't use very often. Untrained, with no Big Plan, and not working very hard on it, I just let my pencil flow and see what happens. Joy. And thereby, meditation.