message in my bottle

6:36 AM // Day 10

Meditation Time: 23min. 

  

  All I can remember were my dreams - vaguely. Dream time last night was all about receiving messages... about people, from people, about myself, the world in general, things to do, places to go, words to remember - a flowing river of information. Messages kept popping up in my "inbox."

  Meditation this morning was spent attempting to file all the information that landed on me last night. I'm not sure if my file can hold all this.

  Sometimes my dreams are like meditation. Sometimes my meditations are like a dream.


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trampoline of creative chaos

6:31 AM // Day 7

Meditation Time: 14min.

    All the things I want to do are acting like kids on a trampoline... boing, boing, boing! "Pick me, pick me" they all say. I do want to pick them ALL - and at the same time of course. As a creative creature I get easily overwhelmed by all the 'so much's' pushing to get in. I do want them ALL, and I want to run away from them too. Often I feel like I won't be able to handle even one thing, because I can't separate the "one" thing from all the things.

  Creating this blog, has been a little like doing - one more thing that I don't really NEED to be doing. I could easily be busy for the rest of my life, just focusing on poetry and accessing the heart through creativity. But, here's the truth:

  That "one more thing I don't really NEED to be doing" statement I made earlier - is a total lie. It's a lie because as I've been doing it (this daily meditation thing and blogging about it thing), it has become evident to me there ARE some things I NEED, and this practice of connecting to my quiet, warm, buzzy place is essential to managing my trampoline of ideas that will never go away. 

  Yes - creative ideas and "opportunities" are like having a trampoline full of children that always want to play and often need to eat and all want your attention and all at the same time and then they get dirty and they need a bath and then they want to go back on the trampoline again and if you haven't had any sleep you're absolutely one hundred thousand percent doomed. 

  Meditation is like sleep. It's an intentional act of loving - loving for the sake of restoring - balancing - inviting - and deep deep resting. 

  As I've been meditating this week I have definitely become more calm about things. More willing to keep putting one foot in front of another in a very non-dramatic, non-doomsday kind of way. A steady way... 

  An all right way. 


* Tell me about your creative chaos? What does it look like, sound like, feel like.... how do you help yourself rest when it consumes you? 


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dreamitation

5:37 AM // Day 3

Meditation Time: 50 min.

  I'm exhausted. 5 hours of sleep is not enough rest for this waking up routine, sitting in a sacred way routine, packing daughter lunch and getting her off to school all before 7:30am routine. Hey! It's Friday the 13th!! Must be lucky!! So tonight I'll be canceling all social engagements and going to bed at 10pm. Why am I telling you all this? 

*What a truly strange drawing akka, oh well.

  I sat for  a little longer this morning, but tipped over 30 minutes in - landing in a little lumpy pile like a half beaten egg. It felt good. It helped me let go... I saw some swirly lights then drifted into a dreamitation, (1/2 dreaming 1/2 meditating) not sure if you can find that word in the meditation text book, I'm also not sure that it wasn't just a full on dream state (I would like to think I was semi-conscious for). Doesn't matter. I liked it. Plus it makes me feel like a sweet lil' baby swaddled up like I used to be. Like we all used to be. 

How are you celebrating Friday the 13th? 

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