serenity...

I used to be a "meditator"...yep, used to actually get up early and sit for 30 minutes in silence, just breathing. It was, I think, a huge key to my survival during a very difficult time. As my life has changed for the better, and I have found other things to do with my time, my meditation practice has ceased. I played at it for a while, for a time formally once a week, then half-heartedly, then half-assedly, now almost never. I have reverted back to my monkey mind...ceaseless chattering and jumping about. It is time for a change. I need my time of silence back, but not for survival this time. Now it won't be the life sustaining glucose of an IV infusion into a comatose body, but the sweet icing on a warm cinnamon roll--purely to make my life richer and sweeter. A gift of time for me, from me.