Have you ever had a thought, and felt it
plummet to the depths of the pond? My thoughts are visual, and lately,
that has intensified (I've worked on that!). And during this meditation I
felt myself go into a kitchen, a white kitchen, the stove was small, and I
could see the black burners, it was a small contraption, almost like a tall
box, and the wall was white too. This was almost a sigh of relief.
Ha, why did I just say that? Anyway -- part of the visualizing involved
my bundling some brown clothes, jackets, underneath my left arm. That was
interesting, "holding" those things. First off, why? I
was in that church, I know that.
I think meditation involves, well learning to let go, a mental effort to RELEASE. And I am endeavoring to let go of the pain. This makes sense, you know. Humans DO this. We need to go back to the basics, to even learn how to sit in a way that is healthy and helpful, to focus on our breathing, on the ONE thought. Go within. Breathe. Holding my arms up, muscles in, interesting that I am drifting off trying to write this, the sunlight is nice today, and the air cool. I like that. Today was supposed to be the first day of contemplation. This is a month, so they say, of great change. I'm willing to listen!