The Mindfulness Monday session today was a writing meditation. With my favorite black Tul needle point pen, I was poised above a blank sheet of college ruled paper waiting on the first question. We were instructed to let our thoughts flow without regard for spelling, grammar or penmanship.
Question one was on the order of what is something about myself that brings me displeasure. What immediately came to mind is my struggle to memorize a certain Tae Kwon Do form. But that’s not really it. It’s more that I’m aging. In fact, we are all aging from the moment we are born. Maybe, I should accept certain limitations and stop carrying the table saw downstairs by myself. Maybe, that’s not it either. Maybe, I feel I’ve lost some opportunities. It’s time to move onto question two.
Question two was a lovely question. How do you feel when your pet is looking at you with unconditional love? Gratitude, lightening of spirit, thankfulness, joyful love. Except when my husband’s cat looks at me. When his cat looks at me, I get looks that say give me milk, need food, give me Reiki, let me out, let me in, want cheese, open door, close door. I’m the cat’s morning maid and cook.
The remaining questions, like most questions towards the end of a topic, were broader and required more insight than I had to spare at the moment. In my case, why do I feel this, why does that matter to me, is this really important, why am I developing a double chin?
What I do know is this. When I clean out my closet, the room always looks worse before it looks better. So it will be with the quest for my true self.
Edited by Holly Donath