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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No Cure for Saturday Night Insomnia
I can’t sleep right now and I refuse to meditate anymore tonight. Sometimes these meditative visions…journeys…whatever they are…are more disturbing than nightmares, and this one has me crying. Hard. I can’t stop. I cannot stop. I’ve finished half a box of Kleenexes in less than 10 minutes and I can’t stop crying. I won’t sleep…
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Night Travels, Part 2
The next time I’m aware of my astral travels, I’m not alone. After my surprise visit to a location 20 miles away, I wonder where I’ll “astral” to next. I find myself walking in a green field with a pagan author I’ve never met. We are working on a collaboration of marketing efforts for our…
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Night Travels, Part 1
Let me state right out that I don’t do drugs. Maybe this kind of thing would be easier; maybe not. But since I don’t do drugs and I’m right now having the first glass of wine I’ve had in….three? months, I don’t do a lot of alcohol either. I’m not under the influence of anything…
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“I Know This Guy You Should Meet….”
Another day, another colleague trying to fix me up with a new man. Sigh. Today, I just walked away. I just couldn’t stand to hear it anymore. Especially the advice on wearing a suit to meet them and not to mention my religion. I realize that, eventually, the urge to find a mate will get…
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The Virtues of Being Misunderstood
Jean and I had a terrible misunderstanding this week. It’s really a testament to our friendship that it was resolved so quickly. On Tuesday night, we had a long talk—while the girls were in and out of the room and constantly interrupting—about a meeting I’d had with someone interested in some of the experiments…
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Only in My Dreams
It’s amazing what the subconscious will dredge up when you least expect it. Whether dreams are a blender mix of the day’s events, your deepest fears, or actual prophecy, they’re worth listening to. I like to think of them as trying to tell me something, whether it’s something I already know that hasn’t otherwise surfaced…
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Dreaming Our Values
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Freedom. I’ve learned to pay attention to my dreams. All of them. The prophetic, the mundane, the symbolic. It’s funny what we learn about ourselves and what we value. Last night, they were intense. From the Bookshelf Christian Meditation — how to draw closer to…
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Comfort-able
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Freedom. It gives me comfort. It’s not a dream and it’s not physical, but it is real in a way I cannot explain to those who are not spiritual. He is not there, yet I feel his presence, and I feel like the Mother Goddess…
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Communion
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Freedom. I had a strong push today to talk to old friends I haven’t seen in a while: Jeannie, Barbara, and The Treat. Unfortunately, I don’t have their phone numbers or I’d call them. And even a Google search turns up nothing. Damn. Jeannie and…
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The Last Thing I Want to Do Is Slow Down
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Freedom. There’s an old Sammy Hagar tune on the radio while I’m doing my morning meditative commute to work. I haven’t heard it in ages, which gives me a jolt. Yep, my foot’s heavy on the pedal today and I’m late for work and thinking…
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A Visit from the Cat Man
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Freedom. “You should meet my son,” he says. I’m meditating, and he surprises me. He’s an interesting man and an enjoyable conversationalist. He’s in his mid-60’s, and if I were a couple of decades older, I might even find him downright fascinating. He’s thin and…
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Breaking Through at Long Last
Either near a breakdown or a breakthrough, I told myself. They feel pretty much the same. It’s that sense of being near rock bottom and not knowing if you can go any lower and at the same time wondering why you keep banging your head against bedrock. Although life in general has been really quite…
