I
sit with my hands on the keyboard, eyes closed, breathing into my
belly. I didn't sit for meditation this morning because it was quite
early and I was cozy with an extra snuggly pussy cat. The rain
hammering down on the tin roof was also encouraging me to linger
under the covers. So now I sit, breathing into my belly. The
foundation of the practice i've been in the last couple of months,
anchoring oneself in the belly, has been a wonderfully grounding
experience. Breathing into the belly is the first half, the second
half is breathing into the heart. Before I learned this particular
meditation, my forays into the heart were starting from the mind and
dropping down into the heart. It is an entirely different feeling to
move from the belly up into the heart. Not only is it more
grounding, it feels more...spacious, centered, full. It has been
easier to rest in the space of my core and heart. I'm not wrestling
as much with getting out of my head.
And
thank god for the small favor of less struggle these days. Anyone
else feeling like the world is about to crack open? That something's
gotta give? The contrast of the positive and negative
potentials/experiences is super high...I'm grateful in a way because
swinging between the two extremes is dizzying. It has been way
easier to let go of both and rest back into my belly and heart.
So
breathe with me for a moment. Inhale, feeling the space open in your
belly and pelvis. Exhale and rest in that space. Let everything
else go.
I
return over and over to this practice. When I feel love, longing,
fear, anxiety, joy, sadness...i breathe it all into the spaciousness
of my inner space. And I feel so f'in lucky that I've been shown
these tools and practices. In a way, the last 15 years of education
and experience...if not my entire life, has been a journey towards
this practice...this moment...here...in my belly, in my heart.
