Tonight I resumed my meditation class after a little hiatus. I tried doing it at home all the while, but sometimes in my excitement to start my day (aka turning on my computer) I skip breakfast and everything else and jump right in.
However I do find time in the evenings and nights out on my front porch taking in the view of the garden, mountains, sunset and birds. When I breathe in that fresh air nothing else matters. On Sunday I think I spent the entire day out there finishing a book I started reading on my kindle in January: Yesterday I Cried by Iyanla Vanzant. I did not cry (although it made you want to), but I completed the rest of the book with a new appreciation for the author and the silent struggles people go through.
Tonight after being out of practice for about a month, I tried to still the chaos in my head while meditating and somewhere along the line, a voice spoke to me. With so many things on my mind, like my workshop, my book, my mother’s melancholy, I fought to regain control of my meditative practice. I focussed on the mantra and the solutions to my “problems” emerged.
Although I don’t know if I have the tenacity to attend every class, I now know the value of meditation. I’ve been doing it for years unconsciously, but now I’ve learnt how to do it right. In January, my facilitator says I will be sure to see a transformation. I pray for the patience and determination to witness that.
This may sound a little weird, but the “voice” told me that the solution to one of my challenges is to “do nothing at all…just be you” and do what comes naturally: “resume blogging everyday” and let the answers find you. Though I can’t divulge right now what question this was in response to, I am intent on listening to that voice of wisdom.
This is Day 1.
Peace & Love