Category: Meditation
Notes on the practice — sitting, walking, focused attention, open awareness, and the small daily disciplines of quieting the mind enough to hear what’s underneath the noise.
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Kilter, Back On
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Love in the Third Degree. I’m back on kilter. All it took was a conversation with my daughters over lunch and suddenly I understood. We compared dreams from last night and while they weren’t the same dreams exactly, the off-kilter feeling behind them was exact and there was…
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Kilter, Off and On
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Love in the Third Degree. Something is off kilter and I can’t quite place it. It’s a gorgeous spring weekend and I have tons of stuff to accomplish, with every intention of planting a few flowers and cutting back some old bushes, too, both in the literal and…
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Meditation: Whose Child Is This?
Most of the meditation is behind me and I can’t remember it. I’ve lost the hold on it. It’s gone, yet I remember certain people passing in and out of this one. Certain ones are often in my meditations, and I don’t understand why. Some of them were never close friends, yet they often arrive…
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Playing “Frogger” in My Meditations
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Love in the Third Degree. So often when I meditate and “dream,” it’s of journeys, roads, movement. It’s not uncommon to find myself as a driver or passenger in a particular car (not mine) and making a particular journey with someone and sharing it intimately. Or sometimes being…
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Rescue Mission, Aborted
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Love in the Third Degree. They say I like to save people, but that’s not why I’ve come to the forest. I’ve come for answers. I’ve received a disturbing message from a man I haven’t seen in quite a while. He was a good friend and I cared…
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Visitation
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Love in the Third Degree. I’ve hardly slept at all in the past week, and only then with some assistance. It’s fits and starts and then I wake and for a split second, all is well and then I remember what’s happened and the big hole that burns…
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I Need You in My House (Cuz You’re My Home)
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Truth. It’s odd how houses show up in my meditations and dreams. I’ve been in other people’s “houses” — metaphysical structures that represented how they present themselves to the outside world and what goes on deep inside. I’ve been in my ex’s mansion, in The…
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Celebration Dinner
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves. The man is back in my dreams. Has been all week. Every now and then, like last Tuesday morning, I wake feeling that he’s been sleeping next to me all night—not in a sexual way but in a sense of closeness—and has left the bed…
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Meditation Work: Flashes of Interest
Certain abilities of mine are strengthening. Like muscles being worked, so are the meditative abilities of the mind. I remember being terribly jealous of friends who could simply “see things.” I never considered myself “visual” and was occasionally denigrated for not having that ability. A High Priestess is supposed to be the culmination of everyone’s…
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The Man-House Meditation…Part III
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves. It’s been about six weeks since my meditative work took me into the metaphysical houses of two different men. I didn’t call them to me…they called me to them, and there I was, without warning. This night, I unexpectedly find myself in one of the…
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Gaze Upon the Darkness
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves. “Gaze upon the darkness,” my lover in the meditation tells me, “to better see the stars.” He’s not my lover, not on any physical plane. Yet, it’s the kind of thing a lover would say, perhaps with a brief explanation of the anatomy of the…
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Dagenium Speaks
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves. Meditations come in all shapes and sizes for me, but when it’s Dagenium, I know I’ve tapped into something ancient. Dagenium is a message bringer. She stands on a small hill near its crest. A light breeze tangles her hair, sometimes pushing it into her…
