Bear with me here, folks.  I'm onto something.  I'm also feeling quite tangental.  But you'll have that now and then.

I've been thinking about meditation a lot lately.  It's come into my life in several forms over many years.  None seemed to satisfy.  None seemed to fit quite right.  Not unlike this young woman

So now I'm considering another form of meditation.  I've been worried about many things connected with the process. One of my concerns is about the sitting involved and meditating for many hours at a time.   

Today my mind said,".....and sat and sat and sat and sat and sat..." which any mom or dad whose experienced Joshua's adventures in Once Upon a Potty can tell you goes on for many pages.

Joshua sat and sat and sat...ad nauseum....but eventually he acheived what he was sitting for.  And there was joy involved.  And impurities were removed.  Joshua continued to approach his task with joy and can do spirit.  Anything was possible.....when it came to potty training. 

Joshua all grown up

So why can't anything be approached with joy and not strain?  Why can't I look at this meditation time as a joyous adventure? I'll tell you why......because I got scared.  Scared of sitting and not being able to get up.  So what? So then I wait for something else to happen, that's all.

Bottom Line?

 I've been allowing the Machiavellian machinations at the doc's office to poison me, take me off my center.  Confuse me.  Take me away from me.  Not going to do that anymore.  at least not as much as I can help it.

I have to go sit now.  Thank you for your indulgence as whimsy works within.

addendum: Loraboralabradora returned at ten of four this morning smelling of cedar.

Blessings abound

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