Right? You have to do it a certain way, in a certain position, for a certain length of time, and maybe wait years to get any result. Doesn't that sound like fun!??!!!
The Something-Bigger-Than-Me that I connect with does not care about my position (straight spine no longer works for me), whether I connect for 2 seconds, 2 minutes or 2 hours, knows my scatter-brain intimately, and just enjoys being me and supporting me as I muddle through life. Sometimes I fall asleep and snore, and It still loves me.
The Something-Bigger-Than-Me that I connect with does not care about my position (straight spine no longer works for me), whether I connect for 2 seconds, 2 minutes or 2 hours, knows my scatter-brain intimately, and just enjoys being me and supporting me as I muddle through life. Sometimes I fall asleep and snore, and It still loves me.
Here is a fun practice from Mirabai Starr (taken from today's Richard Rohr's Daily Meditation):
Sit in a comfortable position... allow your eyes to close, take a couple of deep, slow breaths, and ask yourself the question “Who am I?” Rather than responding in the negative, say yes to whatever arises. I am a mother and a daughter, a sister and a lover: yes. I am a cabinet-maker, a gardener, an activist: yes. I am a sensitive person, a drama queen, a tortured artist: yes. I am someone others can come to when their hearts are broken because I listen with love: yes. I am a part of the vast universe, no more or less important than an aspen tree: yes. Now, get creative: I am sunlight on water, a breeze that lifts my hair, the stillness of midnight, a symphony: yes.
You are all of these and beyond them all. You get to be both vast and particular, formless and gloriously made. By accepting all the scruffy and magnificent details of your human condition, and allowing seemingly contradictory things to be equally true, you banish the conditioned voice that designates some things as holy and others as profane. Set your intention to welcome everything you are and watch your life open like a fist, like a flower, like a gate.
Imagination is holy.
Leta

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