Tag: Meditation

176 A New Type of Journaling

It turns out that the wound in my body does look like the bottom half of that, tiny opening through the middle, connecting the outside world to my inside world.

One of my new growing projects asks for picture journaling.  Starfeather is running a seven week series with a group of women.  We are asked to sketch a circle and use words in the further progress through a sketch.  My favorite thus far is from a meditation.  

I checked in with my mind.  What I saw was motion.  It pulled from the two sides of the back of my brain, up toward the forehead, the third eye.

I checked in with my heart, also in motion.  The picture was of a swirling of light, inside spiraling outward.

A Picture journal. Michele Plumb Stowell's painting of a circle with green, blue and orange colors and the words Third Eye, Heart and Body written in it.
Image drawn from meditation for picture journaling

I checked in with my body.  I saw a shape that was similar to an open ended hour glass.  This was far more mysterious to me than the other two, so I asked for clarification in a deeper meditation.  It turns out that the wound in my body does look like the bottom half of that, tiny opening through the middle, connecting the outside world to my inside world.  The connection is palpable.  The wounding of my body, the pain and wounding of our current world situation.  Astounding.  Associated.

Everything in motion.  We are in motion.  Shifting.  Growing. Evolving. As a whole, we are moving, somewhere, for some reason, in Divine grace.

64. Listening to the Sound

It buzzed in my heart like tinnitus in the ear. It woke me. Puzzled me. Made me pull pillows over my head. And it took years for me to name.

I don’t know why you would want to listen to the Sound of the Universe.  Originally, I didn’t have a choice.  It buzzed in my heart like tinnitus in the ear.  It woke me.  Puzzled me.  Made me pull pillows over my head.  And it took years for me to name.

Maybe you would listen for meditation. Maybe because it is different on different days.  Maybe you would hear it because you sat without thought, and it was just there.  

I was listening to the Universe.  It was warm and deep and lightly pulsating, consistent.

And then I heard my body.  My intestines.  My abdomen. They were synching up to the sound.  It was like having millions of ants in a cocreative hill, never a step out of place, all faithfully doing their individual part.  A buzz of determination, a thrum of reparation.

It was never so obvious that I am One.

38. Accept and Connect

“Allow me to relate to every circumstance and person with love and acceptance. Allow me to feel the shivers down my spine or the body and mind sensations I relate to being connected to All That Is. Allow the hum of the universe to ring in my ears.”

My prayers are simple.  “May I accept what is.  May I be aware of my connection.”  

It’s boiled down to that as my mind has worked to control thought in meditation.  Of course I have looked at all of the logical wishes for the genie in the bottle.  But prayers with specific goals are not prayers at all.  Source doesn’t care what we want.  God doesn’t alter its path because our individuality wishes it so.  The Eternal stands rigidly in being unending, constant, creative, loving vastness.  Omnipotence, omniscience, omnipresence.

May I accept what is:  Anything else is a battle.  Anything else is suffering; I am not suffering!

May I be aware of my connection:  I can think in specifics here, although I never have.  What evolves without words would break down to this.  “Allow my senses to be aware of all that is perfect and beautiful around me.  Allow me to relate to every circumstance and person with love and acceptance.  Allow me to feel the shivers down my spine or the body and mind sensations I relate to being connected to All That Is. Allow the hum of the universe to ring in my ears.”

May I accept what is. May I be aware of my connection.