When you meditate, you are in a place that no-one else can enter...
this place is yours alone...
and in this place you can see yourself clearly.
I meditate to re-experience my own goodness and for me this brings things into perspective. Small niggling doubts about how my life is turning out are softened. Slow burning worries about my future security (and that of our planet's) are given a more optimistic direction, not as a denial or cover-up, but rather as an inspiration to appreciate that many things are OK.
Now, perhaps more than ever, we think about peace, we talk about peace... we look for peace. Peace for the world needs everyone—every country, every race, every religion.
There are no exceptions.
As my eyes opened, I felt pinned to the bed. And didn’t know why.
I’d gone to bed exhausted but by now, 2am, I’d slipped one step further. I couldn’t lift my head off the pillow. My leg was locked, immobilised with pain.
Many of us spend our daylight hours reacting to what’s happened. What someone has said, or even being upset about something that might happen! A rare few actually choose to act in full awareness of what he/she is doing and the likely consequences. In light of this human habit, my personal quest has been to become more alert to what I think and do, and only act in a way that I feel is creative and constructive. If possible, a gentle touch doesn’t go astray either because I know that what I send out into the world comes back to me, often straight away.