Meditation, Honeyeaters and the Pompom Tree

Right outside our dining room window a tree has sprouted and grown. It has fine fern-like leaves, a semi-weeping habit and pink pompoms which flower all year round. Every morning at breakfast with my husband, we watch the honeyeaters feasting on the pompoms, so light in their movements as they flit from one delicate branch to another, until they have finished their breakfast. Watching the honeyeaters makes me reflect, "How do I eat my breakfast? How am I with food?"

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