So little time, and even worst, no clearly palpable incentive, as if every meaningful outcome worth pursuing must belong to the same sphere of abstractions.
I am twitchy, a bit edgy, less than calm, straying away from my center, lacking in inner-balance. I'm a palm tree in Cuba on some hurricane-blessed-day. I'm too many desires and dreams competing for center stage. Among them, a great aching for achieving a truer meditative state of being. Thus far, I'm failing, and a thousand times isn't a charm.
But, I do not despair. Au contraire, I go back, and throw myself on that round pillow, today, maybe today, Grace will be mine to taste, or maybe not. Didn't that wise beyond wisdom teacher, and by the same token incurable jokester, say, at a moment of great inspiration, 'It is in the journey that the gift resides'? Or something close to that?
Anyway, here I am, today, extending an invitation to all those who might come across this page lost in a sea of pages, to join me once a month, on a new moon day, at 1:00 p.m. Central time, for a three minute session of silent meditation, (no need to sit, although that would be nice,) toward Universal Harmony -which I think includes World Peace.
This might just help me get this meditation thing under the belt -and I am not sure what that means, but it sounds '80s hip.
Otherwise, all is well under the starlit globe of ours, with Obama in charge and all.
Be well and strive for centeredness -if you feel like being centered that is, and yes, I know some sticklers out there will raise an eyebrow, or two, each, before pointing their accusatory fingers, and declaring with great gravity that centeredness is not a real word. Yet, I dare.
Still inside the hurricane.
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