So lately I have recommitted myself to my morning meditation practice. I am usually the type of person to be up and ready to get on with her day, so it’s good for me to wake up and know that I am giving myself 20 minutes or so to pause and meditate. This pause sets a nice intention for the remainder of my day. Allowing myself to be still even with the onslaught of thoughts, to not jump up, react, respond, and add to my to-do’s is a gift that can’t be quantified. I realize I tend to make things more urgent than they often are. I feel this sense of needing to be more immediate in my responses, my actions and in the process I lose the ability to simply take in experience, to be engaged in the journey in a more wholesome and present way.
My meditation practice becomes my mirror. It allows me to see myself exactly as I am, no pretenses, just raw streaming thoughts, and at times a sweet void of space and breath. The more I hold up this mirror toward myself in a compassionate way, the more I hope to do the same for others. Meditation isn’t always about finding a still place. It is about finding a way to be in whatever space is present in a compassionate and accepting way. And the beauty is that this space is often much wider than we realize. The sensations and thoughts that call for us to somehow react or respond often pass if we just allow them the space to do so.