Thoughts While Meditating

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I meditate each morning for 8 minutes.

I have it down after doing it since October, at least on work days. I have to get better about it on the weekends, but at the very least I do it before work as I know that is the time I need to be calm, be in the moment, and have a sense of peace before I start my day.

The alarm goes off at 6 AM. I lie in bed and dream, think, snuggle, or stay warm for another 30 minutes. I tear myself away from the warmth of the bed and of Larry's curled up body to get up, put on sweats or my robe, and go into my little meditation room.

At 6:30 or so it is still dark, a faint light coming through the open blinds. I know in another week the clocks are turned ahead an hour and the room will be softly lit with early morning light. It does not matter; I close my eyes.

I never know where my meditation will take me. I try and have an intention every day. Sometimes my mind goes all over the place, and I have to let the thoughts come in and let them go.

Today I was remembering my yoga from the other day, where with each breath in we bought ourselves further and further out of our bodies; the breath out we returned.I thought about how we take in what we need, and give out what something else needs, and a revelation occurred. Through my breathing I realized that it is OK to take what we need in life from others or from the earth, as long as we also give back,something which I have had difficulty with. Taking that is. The universe wants us to take what we need, as long as we are giving back in some way to balance it.

It also made me think of the bible verse: "“Ask and you shall receive. Seek and you shall find. Knock and the door shall be opened unto you.”

Suddenly another bible verse popped into my head: "Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.". I am not a religious person persay, but these verses, buried deep within my genetic code made absolute sense.

These 8 minutes of quiet meditation give me insight, strength, hope, and peace. I wonder what will happen if I up it to 10.

Good night, sweet dreams,

Patti O Philosopher

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