Been playing witness to the funny and beautiful things that
are happening to me now that I’ve started up my meditation practice again. How
the whole world has elegantly collapsed into the palm of my hand- everything
feels more manageable, filled with more potential, a bit more sparkly. It kind
of reminds me of that quote from the Alchemist, how when you discover what it
is that you want, the whole universe conspires in helping you to achieve it. Suddenly
the universe is my best friend, dropping tiny clues in many corners that hint
at our affability. I saw a big glowing purple dot in the corner of my bedroom
this morning that reduced me to sheer giggles. It was like a Blue’s Clue’s
pawprint from the celestial world. I
visualize muladhara’s glowing red ball of energy when I need some grounding,
and have felt from time to time significant heat building up in my root. I’ve
started to pick up other signs in my external world that previously I would
have only ever expected from a thorough excavation of the Tarot – the fox that
looked like she was winking at me, a bumper sticker that seemed to warn me,
even a spilled Chai that tapped me politely on the shoulder and reminded me not
to take things so seriously. It’s been suggested to me once that the mark of
pure joy is finding pleasure and empathy in the smallest of things. I find
myself imparting silent blessings on the driver in the car in front of me, or
truly hoping for the best outcome for someone that in all honesty I thought I
couldn’t care less about. There is an
amicable density between the air and my skin; it cloaks me.
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