I was able to do a brief meditation this morning. That’s been difficult recently because I’ve felt other people intruding—not intentionally—on my meditative space and I’ve also been just too tired to focus for very long and too relaxed not to fall asleep.
I got far enough into the meditation to see a couple of things and then that was it.
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The fountain is flowing full and bright, plenty of water and it’s cool to my lips and refreshing. My forest is full of light.
The man who so often retreats to my hidden forest is still there, but he’s quite reserved at the moment. He stands in the distance, arms crossed, angry and despairing but neither emotion is directed at me. I am standing in light, and he fears the worst.
For one instance, he sits at a table, head down, berating himself. And in the next instance, I see the long, black tunnel that leads down, down, down into a pit I led him from only weeks ago, the same pit that he’d chosen as his prison and would not leave with me when I first found him there.
In the meditation, I do not descend into the pit to bring him out. I have been there twice before—once when he was lost to me and once when he was ready to emerge and linger in my presence in the light.
It’s not my actions that have put him in this pit, but his own choices.
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