Writing as Meditation
I try to write every day. I find that writing can be a form of meditation when there is no preconceived idea of what should be placed on the paper. (My writing usually goes into a hand-written journal before it appears here, if it appears here…) This morning the following words appeared on the page and seemed worthwhile.
I think my cat has helped me. We need an animal spirit to teach us how to live — or at a minimum, to point out to us where we need to focus. My cat is the picture of contentment, gratefulness, and play. As I should be. Sometimes when I most want him close to me he declines to share the moment. That’s not bad. I have to respect that his needs don’t always align with mine. When that happens, it is a message to be patient and wait for the proper moment to reach out. It takes two. One alone is not how it works. The only time one alone need not worry about someone else is when there is no someone else. As long as someone else chooses to be a part of our life, to join with us on this journey, however they choose to do that, respect and patience must rule our thoughts, emotions and most importantly, our behavior.