Tonight continues my commitment to more love and less fear this year. For February, I am writing a love letter each day. Tonight is dedicated to …meditation.
I find it funny that I am reflecting on you, Meditation. Not funny ha, ha, rather more like, funny ironic.
Just a year ago I could barely breathe during a meditation without drifting off to the land of “what’s for dinner,” and “what will I wear tonight,” or “what bill needs to be paid.”
But, now, with a lot of practice, the pressure has lifted. And, while I still drift away into the all too familiar land of worry, I, actually consider myself an official pro-meditator. (If there is such a word.)
Not because I have the zen of a Buddah (far from it!). More like, I know I can do it. I know it’s a place I can choose to go to, whenever I want! All I need is a quiet space and an open heart.
I have even found a way to incorporate it into my daily life. Every night I meditate before I go to sleep. It’s a nice routine that finds me with hand on my heart and a welcome break from my all-too-common brainiac attacks.
And, here’s the thing: it gives me a good feeling. As Flo Rida sings, I get a good feeling.
What amazes me more than anything, dear Meditation, is your pure power. The more I stick to your routine, the more I feel free, calm, clear and creative.
The more one meditates upon good thoughts, the better will be one’s world and the world at large. ~Confucius
Well said, Confucius.
Gotta love ya, Meditation!