Today’s meditation was about being non-reactive when surrounded by commotion, about breathing and guiding yourself back to an internal place of quiet.
AND…what if I am the commotion?
What if I don’t have a peaceful place to return to?
What if I’m caught up in a pattern of instinctively heaping judgment on myself, as if I’m wrong to feel confused and chaotic inside?
– I breathe!
And I want to hide from the world.
– I breathe!
My breath creates a soft place for all of it to land.
And I squirm. I feel self-hatred and judge more.
– I breathe!
My breath tells me it’s okay to just sit with it.
And I get up to make tea.
– I breathe!
I remember that matter is neither created nor destroyed, it only changes shape.
I remember I am still beautiful in the mess. I am still magic and grace in the chaos. I can be scared and still be resilient. I am power when feeling powerless.
My beauty, magic, grace, resilience and power cannot be destroyed. They only change shape from time to time.