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Notes from the Eye of the Storm
Lately, we’ve been dealing with minor disasters (and by ‘we’ I mean pretty much everyone I know). We’ve been regrouping, only to be hit by much bigger ones. We run to the bathroom, throw up, wash our faces, then bite down hard and think, “Okay. We can do this. What’s next?” And then, the unseasonable rain breaches our foundations and floods our basements, a fire breaks out in the kitchens, and our phones are ringing. It’s a family member, and it’s very bad news.
Anyone resonate with this? And even if it isn’t your situation, world events are starting to pile up in this same way.
There’s a meditation practice that I’ve frankly been ignoring for a while. It’s been mine since 1999, when my teacher, Anam Thubten Rinpoche, introduced me to meditation. If ever there was a time to suit up and get back on that cushion, it would be now.
It is now.
Anyway. I felt weird and childish, but I did finally slump down onto the cushion that has carried me through so much of my life, the one that knows me best in this house. And like magic, my muscle memory immediately lengthened and relaxed my frame into position.
I sat still. I sat still for a long time.
