There are times when the spell is broken… clarity of mind breaks
through the fog… the senses are alert amidst calm… deliberate… focus. I had one
of these moments this morning as I sat in meditation. Warmth… opening of the
Heart of Compassion… I didn’t will it into being. It caught me by surprise. I
didn’t resist.
Most meditations,
truthfully, are little more than breaking even at best. I sit expecting
nothing. I pray… I surrender without conditions and go about the business of
the day. I am grateful…
I become
grateful when I pray. Gratitude takes me a long ways towards well-being and
balance. I go forward from that base. Like climbing Everest… ya gotta have a
base camp. Meditation in the morning is my base camp for climbing the Everest
of my day. Hell, most days aren’t comparable to climbing Everest… little more challenging
than walking to my mailbox. But, because I have no idea what is around the
corner I prepare. No longer motivated by fear because I have the assurance of
that peace and am carried by the grace of a heart that is full.
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