morning meditation (or why I will not get out of bed just yet).

I want to stay here, immobile, or almost immobile and take a trip inside myself.

I want to take the time and the care necessary to feel the air caressing the skin on my cheeks.  I want to try to feel its temperature.

I want to feel how my muscles are hugging my bones, see what rises first and more, my lungs or my belly, when I breathe in.

I want to pay close attention, again, to the air, this time to detect its passage in and through my nostrils.  I want to feel its freshness as I breathe in and its warmth, induced by its brief stay inside my body, as I breathe out.

I want to say hello to my scalp, my hair, my forehead, my eyebrows, my eyes.  Observe my own pupils with eyes closed.

And then I want to smile.

And feel my limbs as they relax.

I’m not in a hurry.   I’m in my nest, where I indulge in my own beauty, and where I rest.

disruptive.

Today I felt bored. I asked myself why. I gave myself the answer.

I had removed myself from a feeling, that skippy state of consciousness that always makes me feel ebullient and alive and rascally:

lightheartedness.

I therefore thought about this feeling and on how I could summon it. The word ‘disruptive’ popped up in my mind. ‘Disruptive’ as in ‘unruly’.  I looked unruly up in the dictionary. I found

not amenable to discipline or control

Then I looked up ‘undisciplined’

lacking in discipline, uncontrolled in behavior or manner

Then I looked up ‘discipline’

the practice of training people to obey rules or a code of behavior, using punishment to correct disobedience; the controlled behavior resulting from discipline.

Here lay the answer. Unawares, I had fallen prey to ‘discipline disease’. Good, good, good girl. No wonder I felt bored.

So today, my antidote will be this glorious word,

disruptive.

 

ps. which, by the way means innovative or ground breaking, i.e., original, fresh, newavant-gardeexperimentalinventiveingeniouscreative.

Perfect, I’m back on track.