I'll be honest. This meditation thing was not working out all that well today. It's been a long week, early starts and late finishes. I woke up this morning feeling like a zombie, somehow managed to teach the 6:30am private session, then came home and slobbed the morning away. It was coming up to lunchtime and I still hadn't done anything out of the million things I have to do. No meditation yet either. However.
I'M LEARNING TO EMBRACE IMPERFECTION AND BEING KIND TO MYSELF WHICH OCCASIONALLY MEANS LETTING MYSELF OFF THE HOOK. ACHIEVED NOTHING MUCH THIS MORNING? SO WHAT!
When I was finally done with feeling bad about my lack of efficiency and productivity, I decided to have a power nap and woke up an hour later a new person. Then I just sat there for a few minutes in silence, just being.
Sometimes, meditation looks perfect from the outside: You create the perfect sacred container. There's the meditation cushion, candles, crystals and what not, you sit down in a perfectly aligned seated position and -- it's all one big swirling mess inside the head. Other times, it looks a mess on the outside: Yesterday's clothes, unwashed hair, pile of dishes in the sink, breakfast leftovers and -- in spite of the outward mess, you stop for a few moments and it's completely still and peaceful inside. Light, expansive, blissful.