Friends, meditation should be mandatory at schools and workplaces. And homes. And at stoplights.
I spent nearly two days pulling at various strings, seeing what pulled free from the snarl of emotions I had going on, and within twenty minutes of stilling my mind, of going to my ‘zone’, the light switched on. And that’s kind of what it was like. Like a dark, scary, abandoned lot, and when I followed the right thought, it tripped some mental breaker, and suddenly, the entire incident was illuminated in a completely different light (pun half-intended), and much of my angst drained away.
There’s still plenty of work to be done, but now that the immediate painful emotional response has ebbed, the work can progress at a much faster rate.
I feel so much better.
I had allowed my energy to become extremely out of whack regarding several people, then went and spend 8 hours with them. In the middle of an intense transition period for me.
I remember in the past few weeks thinking, ‘whew, at least that crazy whirlwind of emotional growth has slowed some’, not realizing that it was the drag of my own whack-a-doodle energy that had slowed my momentum down, not the Universe. The insights and understanding never slow down, the signal never slows down. We only drift in and out of range of the ‘station’.
The instant I quieted my mind and reached for the ‘signal’, it was right there, quick as it ever was. My transition, my growth, has not slowed at all. I merely took a time-out in order to focus more clearly on this particular lesson.
I have areas in my life where I am too focused on the reciprocity of my affection. I need the reassurance, the atta-girls, and the open affection in order to feel safe enough to open up to people, but I’m too defensive, insecure, and slow to get my bearings around new people, because I always have to take the time to get to know them before I decide whether they are ‘trustworthy’ of my affections… whether they ‘deserve’ my friendship, my smiles, my kind words, my attention, the effort it takes to learn their names… not because I thought that I was better than they were, but because I only had a finite amount of (very hard won) affection to give, so I had to be choosy with my love. With those I let in. With those I was willing to be vulnerable to; because I thought that, because I felt much more pain from the wounds of those closest to me, that they had caused me the most harm. But I was harming myself.
With my thoughts.
With my words.
With my actions.
I used those closest to me as the source of all of the negative thoughts I was creating about myself.
I am unlovable.
I am ugly.
I am a terrible person.
We use all of these outside circumstances as excuses to beat up on ourselves. To feel bad. To feel pain and hurt and misery… but we only have to feel the pain for as long as we need to, be it hours, seconds, or days. The instant we make the choice to love, to begin making our way back to love, and we quiet our minds and seek within, the answer will come.