As with last night’s walking meditation, this morning, under warm blue skies, I meditated as I drove to work.
High-speed stillness, as it were.
If it is possible to be calm and still as the air rushed past me at 70 miles per hour, that was me this morning.
Moments like that are special, because as life turns and churns, places of stillness are cherished, to be used as fuel for the day ahead.
So what do I find in these moments?
Not less, but…(you can complete the sentence)
When I look inside of me, I can’t find the capacity to be less of me. Less of who I can be.
I don’t feel sorry or apologetic about where I am.
I feel…good. Confident.
When I look inside, I see a man who is loving, giving, protecting, compassionate, soulful, heartfelt, spiritfully deep.
I don’t want my words to be mere words. I want them to be actions. I want them to be nurturing. I want them to be nourishment. I want them to last, to have energy and verve.
I’m happy to have everything intangible I have. And I am happy that I can give it. I just want a vessel to put it in.
A passenger next to my driver’s seat.
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