Back to the Pit?
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Passion to the Third Degree .
I was able to do a brief meditation this morning. Thatâ€™s been difficult recently because Iâ€™ve felt other people intrudingâ€”not intentionallyâ€”on my meditative space and Iâ€™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.
The fountain is flowing full and bright, plenty of water and itâ€™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 heâ€™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 heâ€™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 beforeâ€”once when he was lost to me and once when he was ready to emerge and linger in my presence in the light.
Itâ€™s not my actions that have put him in this pit, but his own choices.