It only takes a reminder to breathe,
a moment to be still, and just like that,
something in me settles, softens, makes
space for imperfection. The harsh voice
of judgment drops to a whisper and I
remember again that life isn’t a relay
race; that we will all cross the finish
line; that waking up to life is what we
were born for. As many times as I
forget, catch myself charging forward
without even knowing where I’m going,
that many times I can make the choice
to stop, to breathe, and be, and walk
slowly into the mystery.
~ Danna Faulds
Finally, after decades of start/stop efforts to have a regular meditation practice, I have found my way. I guess I’m a slow learner. I can’t put into words the difference this is already making in my life. It has freed me, slipped into my every moment, opened my heart, and given clarity to what were foggy perceptions. In short, it has changed me from the inside out. Just a few short moments sitting in awareness, just the kind intention to befriend myself, just the non-judgmental noticing of my thoughts. I look forward now to those few moments of quiet, kind awareness. These few moments transform me, working outward to transform all of the moments in my day. I sense a shifting of my default mode from numbness and forgetfulness into mindfulness and engagement. I feel such gratitude.