Meditation Day 4 – 0
I wake up late. At 0645am, I drive to Lion’s head, warmer, bluer and clearer than last night. The full moon is to my right, about to plunge into the ocean. Three days in a row, I find myself up here.
I get up with my personal best: 34 minutes. It took 50 minutes the first time in September, seven months ago. I have grown stronger and more capable. In tune with my body, emotions, and energetic shifts, feeling the gaps and connections; doubting myself less, expecting more and letting go faster.
It is warm up here, just after the sun cracks open the sky.
I crack open a fortune cookie I bought for a new friend. Yesterday too cold and too fragile. How appropriate, this message. It is perfect just for you: “You will have many friends when you need them.”
Yesterday, on my walk to Starbucks to collect my free cup of coffee, I notice a rolled up tissue rolling across the one-way street. A beauty to behold, in my eyes at least. Some time ago, a seed was planted to grow the tree. The tree was chopped, traveling to the mills. Turning into pulps, flattened and dyed white. Conveniently packaged into a box, which someone bought. Used it and threw it away, crumpling it in their hands, making it into a tiny ball. Wind blows it across, the soft white tissue rolling along its edges, like a wheel doing its own cartwheels. The cause and effect.
This morning, I decide to drive early, one of my favorite places: harvest cafe at 4 York road in Muizenberg.
Stopped at a red light. I glance to my right. A man on the passenger side smiles. I take my sip of water. I’m thirsty. Driving here, I feel the bottom right of my heart aching, listening to Korean artists humming to melodic guitar strings. Passing a side car strapped to a motorcycle, three people on the highway with their helmets on, hair blowing in the wind. What is this I feel? Appreciation. Another stop light, and I glance to my left as I hum along. A driver with sunglasses turns to meet my gaze, and we smile. I look forward to sing along. And something lifts, and the ache is gone, heart opening and dancing to the melody of this new song.
I ask that we delay our meeting by thirty minutes, to give myself more time to write. Mornings, precious gifts for myself, not to be shared. Use your words, we tell children. I use my words, to echo what I iterated last night. I now feed myself first. Mornings are sacred, the first 3 to 4 hours are for me, and no one else.
Perfect 10 is my order number. I will take it. I am feeling great again. It didn’t take along. Well done spirit, body and mind.
My stomach is full, mind caffeinated. Heart swells open again. Ready to plan for a trip to USA and Korea, away from my third home in South Africa. To do what I said I would. To return to Korea and USA once a year. To ground myself to the past by going forward in time. Ancient times, before I can come back here, to where I am supposed to be. Letting myself be. Accepting what is. What is not, I let go. With open palms and glad heart.
On the way down, I find a cove with a message just for me: “Don’t confuse a moment in life with life”
This love letter celebrates the power of noticing small things. Universe is kind. Abundant. Thank you for embracing me with love and kindness. Always providing what I need, exactly when I need it.
“When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it”