meditayshe stayshe

Que- Spaced by Eskimotion.

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It starts with a clearing breathe. A deep inhale through the nose and a slow exhale through the mouth; posturing the self into the present moment.

Finding a seat where stillness is my friend.

The monkey-mind is harnessed by the breathe. The music alters the internal environment. I feel my jaw unclench and my shoulders drop as the guitar is elegantly plucked.

Holding myself with a certain lightness. It's almost like forgiveness in motion.

I find myself going back to a familiar visual.

I'm running through a field of sunflowers. Yellow, green and blue flash in my line of sight. For some reason I'm miniature, almost like 'Honey I Shrunk the Kids."

I find one particular sunflower and begin climbing up the stem. Using the leaves as grips, I find my mini-self engulfed by the brown center.

It's in the center of the sunflower where I sprawl my legs out and let my arms go.

I look up at the sky and watch my thoughts drift by in the form of clouds. No judgement, no meaning, no attachment, simply just watching.

It's here where I am lost and also found.

It's here where I go when no one else is around.

It's here where I observe and create space.

It's here where I slow down and give myself grace.