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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Conversations While Dozing
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves. I’m half dozing but my mind is going like crazy. It just never stops. The emotions I feel are jumping all over the place, and I can’t get a fix on any of them for very long at a time. It’s someone else’s emotions, that’s…
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Meditation, Pre-Occupation, and Sexy Dream Men
This meditation was different. In so many of the others, I’m aware, looking around, and so intent on what everyone else is doing. More out of curiosity and eagerness for knowledge than fear or judgment. In this meditation, I’m the one who’s preoccupied, barely aware of what’s going on around me. From the Bookshelf Christian…
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Wild Rides and Wolves With Red Roses
“Would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?” — Jim Steinman’s “Hot Summer Night” From the Bookshelf Christian Meditation — how to draw closer to God through meditation. Available direct from the author → “Come with me,” I tell the man in my meditation. He’s not the wolf with the red…
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Guy Talk
I’m missing male conversation. It’s almost dried up in my life, and I didn’t realize it or why. My day job has a heavy base of male colleagues, most of them married. Over my entire career, I’ve had friendly relationships with quite a few of them. Platonic, friendly,respectful of one another. We ask about each…
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Intense Patterns
The thing I love about astrology is looking at the pat- terns. And if there’s something intensely emotional going on with me, well, I don’t have look very far. All I have to do is check up on my horoscope—one of the real ones, not the crap in the papers—and I get a real feel…
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Sitting Close to Men
I have to get these meditations and dreams down on paper. There’s wisdom in them, if I can figure them out. From the Bookshelf Rite of Letting Go — a Southern witch must reclaim her magic and protect her family before she loses everything. Available direct from the author → My morning meditation was long,…
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The Bane of Being Single in Transition Time
I’ve never had any problem being alone, but I’ve decided I don’t necessarily want it all the time. Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure of that. I like having people around, people I adore, just not underfoot or hovering. But…around…in my sphere. Occasionally sharing my air. From the Bookshelf Rite of Letting Go — a Southern witch…
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What I Learned About Men from My Dog
My puppy is teaching me about men. In particular, he’s answering some questions I’ve had since I was a little wee tiny girl. Like why is it men never seem the least bit worried about finding a bathroom? From the Bookshelf Rite of Letting Go — a Southern witch must reclaim her magic and protect…
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Witnessing a Rescue
The vision comes in the early morning. I’m barely out of bed when it hits—just a flash and then it’s gone but I’m wide awake and fully cognizant of all its participants. I am standing across a street in the sunshine, and I’m looking at the high walls of a courtyard. For some reason, I…
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My Dream Date
The dreams have returned, and I’m not quite sure what to make of the one a crow’s calling woke me from this morning. Whatever was holding back the dreams seems to have broken loose, though, and I know I’ve been extremely productive—creatively—for the past few days, so maybe the two are related. Last night, I…
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Dreaming, Journeying, Flying
I haven’t dreamed much in the past two months, or if I have, I haven’t remembered them much. That’s changing again, and last night’s dream was very symbolic for me. Until the first few weeks of January, I’d had months of interplay in the Ether, particularly with a male presence I found highly entertaining and…
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The Meditative Gift: And So It Begins….
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Crimes to the Third Degree. …There is a fence in a broad field, like in Georgia on the farm. The grass is green and high; weather’s pleasant. The fence doesn’t really seem to keep anything in or out. It’s just there. I don’t even think it crosses the…
