why i love

  

  Built into my bones there lives a lofty determination to extract the deepest, richest, most sacred aspects of all life from under every rock and root and smiling face and grouchy face and confusing detail and seeming mishap. Understanding mySelf through the reflections of the world and relationships I draw into my orbit, is simultaneously as mystifying, as it is demystifying. The place where beauty is born from beauty, and beauty is born from angst, and gifts are born from pain, is the same place where art is told and poetry painted.  

  

Why I love, is because I can. 

  Toward the end of 2011 I received a strong inner message about the coming year... I was told that a tremendous amount of energy, opportunity and grace would be entering my life, but in order to hold and assimilate it - without feeling completely overrun, it was going to be essential for me to meditate everyday.  

Meditate everyday. 

  Immersed in a culture of meditation from a young age; I observed, practiced, and was educated about various aspects of this sacred sport. It was given as much if not more importance, than my classic education. Although it's been a major thread throughout my life, I've only been consistent with it in blocks of time. Sometimes days, sometimes months, sometimes years, but never everyday, for every month of every year.

The many forms.

  Prayer; contemplation; yoga; nature and art are in their own ways a form of meditation. But there is nothing that compares to consciously sitting in invocation of stillness, presence and breath. Through classic meditation I have experienced worlds beyond description and states of being I have not been able to replicate through any other catalyst. 

I am only a beginner.

  It's been a long time since I've been willing to gift myself with the "being" place in a deeply, deeply way. In a treasured way. My intention is to approach this new rhythm tenderly as I acclimate to rising before the sun. At this point it matters not to me whether I sit for 2 hours or 2 minutes. I trust my pace will arrive naturally - honestly - like a poem. 

With great joy, I look forward to documenting this process, the feelings, changes, inspiration, blocks and breakthroughs. Thank you for "being" with me.