Sitting meditation is the only thing that is getting me through the circus that my life has become.
Things are happening so fast. I’m on autopilot. My heart is completely open and raw like a belt sander having ripped through a package of chicken livers in the deli showcase.
I keep the mantra of ‘things will get back on track soon’ but clinging and grasping to that ideal seems so futile given the insecurity of those words.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not on a pity party for myself or feeling depressed. I’m just starting to see that those words are empty and that’s OK. No one will save me and as powerless as that may sound, it is the truth… That in itself is liberating beyond any track that I could get on in the hopes of some semblance of correcting the course of events put into motion.
Time to sit on my cushion and go along for the ride.
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