Yesterday, sometime during late morning, I felt an overwhelming need to lie flat on my back and look up.
No, sadly, not at the sky: all I had to view was my white office ceiling.
I didn't close my eyes; I just lay there — no expectations, no or little thinking and, in that moment, I felt...deep love.
It didn't last, as I'd forgotten Alfie was sharing the office. Thinking, no doubt, what's he up to now, he promptly licked 🐶 my face and woke me up!
Why did I do it?
Sure, it's a bit full on at the moment, trying to navigate some pretty choppy legal waters, but I knew I had to find a different place than my chair and desk.
Perhaps it's me — I can be a cynical old bugger at times — but too often what is spontaneous and perfectly natural gets wrapped up in another solution to whatever ails us.
I mean, we've been on that trip for so long and look where it's gotten us. No where. We're still as mixed up as we ever were.
Like I've said many times before, I much prefer a weighty question, one that can't be annihilated by 40 answers than I do some faux solution-based answer that never comes close, or not in my world, to dealing with the issue.
(As an aside, I was surprised yesterday that no one was prepared to offer up a or any answer to yesterday's question that I posited on LJ; namely, What does it mean to be human?)
What am I trying to say?
Simply this. However you're able to ground yourself — stand on your own two feet brother [and sister] as the late Thomas Merton said — then do it. If that's meditation, wonderful; if that's walking, even better (subject of course to our current restrictions 🦠); and if that's spending time in nature and breathing in all our her luxuriousness, the best of all. But please don't fall into the trap of thinking you've got to get anywhere, be anything or change your mood/emotions just for the sake of it.
Let that be your meditation.
Blessings, and much love ❤️,