That seems so ridiculous to say. Don't you think meditation would be the perfect place to find calm and peace when mental and emotional chaos becomes intense? I do, and it's what I believe and teach. But there's also a piece of meditation that invites compassion along with the discipline. A place to be soft and vulnerable and open and a part of the flow of chaos rather than trying to stop it.
Sometimes even the most beautiful meditation spaces aren't enough to stop a vicious cycle of mental thoughts from running rampant. Dealing with an unexpected situation in my life made my brain grasp for answers in all directions, and before I knew it, my meditation was off and running in a thousand different directions. Grounding myself …
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Sorry, no Mindful Meditation video today, due to a number of reasons. Instead, enjoy this shot from my moody afternoon walk on the Camp Chase Trail. See you tomorrow!
My dog sitting gig with the lovable and laughable Miss Curly is over, since her family of boys come home this evening from their trip to Florida. I know she'll be over the moon. I'll miss her tail therapy and walking wisdom, for sure.
I hoped we'd made a new friend on our walk today. Alas, Curly doesn't want new friends.
I find myself craving a good, long, five or six mile trail walk starting at sunrise. Not quite sure why--Aries in Taurus, perhaps? Or the full grand conjunction in my sign? Impossible to know. I think most of it stems from needing, longing, and wanting to be doing something different with my life (Uranus in Taurus, y'all...) and not knowing exactly what.
I may have to sit in meditation more than once if only to keep myself afloat. I'm really grateful that someone higher than me (Spirit, God, Jesus, Allah, Buddha, whatever you need to name it) was looking out for me and had my psychologist schedule an appointment for this afternoon before any of this was anticipated. Sometimes others know more than us, and trusting in that is a bigger message.
Yes, I see the typo, but I kinda like it. Softmess seems to sum up my life, currently.
Just like that Monday, so long ago my answer will be yes. every time, yes. to every question, yes again and again, yes the way it was when we were together. until the demons are gone, yes and you can join me under that blanket, yes and your heart beats under my ear again Yes and yes and yes. I've never not loved you, my big goof.
Leaving something to do later, or because 'no one else will see it' is leaving a sort of energetic open-end, and that tends to tangle the energy (and aesthetics). Taking a moment to be present as we end a situation or moment has a different feel, a solid energy.
Today's 3-mile trek on the Camp Chase Trail had an ethereal edge, thanks to the thick blanket of fog that settled in overnight. Don't worry, we're just doing three miles. The furthest I've done (walking, anyway) is six, one way. One of these days I'll make one of those other markers. Just not today. This …
For the last 2-3 weeks, I've been in a pretty magical flow. Wake up, write, walk, meditate, journal, work on a passion project I haven't told anyone about. I've managed to break my days with an appointment here and there, a few yoga classes, lots of decluttering chores, even dinner with old girlfriends, and gotten …
Continue reading What Do *You* Do When You Don’t Want to Do Anything?
https://youtu.be/4cRetFptkw8 Today had a different plan for me than usual. I felt drawn to record rather than write. The impromptu nature of the video, still in my walking clothes, with my hair a mess and the remnants of a marathon cleaning session yesterday in my background, are really, really, really gnawing at me to not …
So much to do, say, tell you about, over these last 48 hours, but to be honest, I am too emotionally drained to form much of a narrative with all the important details. I didn't want to let the day go by, however, without stating that I am absolutely finished teaching.
And when that final dismissal bell rings
two roads diverge at The Wood1
and I
take the one less traveled by...
Words by Beth 