The last record? 6 days in a row of morning and evening meditations.
Today is the first day of morning meditation starting at 4am.
Celtic Cross from a month ago compared to two nights ago showed me how quickly things change.
Like yesterday and day before. Despite it having rained and winter blanketing us with cold tempatures, it was warm and clear. Runners with just shorts on, with people hanging out at the beach.
A reminder to use the opportunity during the lifetime of the opportunity. No point going for a walk in the rain, if you are wanting to bask in the sun with no sleeves.
On the right, cads 7, 8, 9 and 10. I get The Devil Reversed, 9 of Cups Reversed, 8 of Wands Reversed and 8 of Swords Reversed.
Telling me I am ready to break from old habits and limiting beliefs, I must do do with careful discernment and patience. By seeing clearly and consciously before charging ahead. Moving away from knowledge and speed. Towards wisdom and setting direction before getting on my chariot and charging ahead. Remembering that I am fast and steadfast. Imagine where I will be with a clear north star and compass to with clear azimuth to get there. Together, as a team.
And so, setting realistic goals aligned to SMART would be most appropriate. Finishing the one project at work I’ve been nursing and ignoring. Finding and reapplying for the piece of important piece of paper work. Moving forward away from the word I have grown to dislike: Procrastination.
Set a fun goal. Like be invited to do a night of Improv. Because I like story telling and putting myself in front of crowds. I told a story in elementary school, winning second prize. Innate interest that could turn into talent.
Writing for myself. Living for myself. Because my tendency is to overpour into others. And this, while appearing generous is the opposite. It feeds the ego and causes distraction. Creating haze and confusion in the mind and those around me.
Not unlike applying filters to every picture, afraid to see our true selves. Disliking wrinkles and frown lines. After just a few clicks, we don’t know what we look like. Reminding me of The Picture of Dorian Gray. How we are driven by superficial beauty. Doing everything for status and relative betterness, that we rot inside, not feeing the soul that gave us life. Every breath we take, a blessing of the insides.
Here is day 1 of a longer streak. They say the last mile is the longest. I think it’s the funnest.
This love letter goes to stewing. Simmering. Being clear with what we want before applying more heat, before burning the pot. Setting things on fire, and things becoming inedible.
Instead, letting the flavor seep. All the ingredients working together, creating the most fragrant and wholesome meal for the community to share. A moment to be savored, but not for too long. Catch and release. Every time.