This morning I woke up before anyone else in the house. There was stillness, and quiet, and the flood of possibilities. The most important of which involved me making the thousand mile journey from the bedroom to the kitchen without hitting a creaky floorboard to drink in at least five minutes of precious solitude, a worthwhile risk.
I’ve always cherished alone time, but since I began meeting myself on the meditation cushion I really crave it. In the stillness and spaciousness I can feel the heartbeat of the universe inside me, and I know without a doubt we are all connected – humans, animals, nature, and whatever lies beyond what we can see.
Within four minutes I heard two small feet hit the floor and make their way toward me in the dark. And it was all okay. This is my growing edge. No resentment, no constriction, just openness. She plopped her naked bottom in my lap and I kissed the top of her head. She sat in silence with me for a few minutes of breathing. Then she looked up, tilting her head back against my chest and gently whispered “Are you done yet mama?”
I felt such love flowing through my body, an energy bigger than me or my relationship with my daughter. I knew in my mind, and felt in my body I was connecting with universal love. From five minutes of meditation. From tuning in, then breathing slowly and deeply for several minutes. From opening to the power of presence.
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