your library...
I really enjoy meditating lately... not the ' I'm going to make my mind a blank slate' kind of meditate. The kind where you just lay in the dark and let your mind wander to far off places, and you meet strange faces.
After I have a shower I like to crawl back in bed and just lay there for a few minutes ( I hate putting clothes on when I'm still all wet ! ) and it's usually after showers while I lay in bed staring at my canopy that I day dream. Today I thought about a library...
The Library...
You're in a library with a fireplace. You start picking up books with all the negative things you see about yourself.... watch yourself burn every one of them... you start picking up the positive books, you flip through them, reading the occasional passage -- and then you burn those too.
My library is a dark place, it smells funny too like old books. The windows are drawn shut and the only light source a huge fire pit in the middle of the space. The walls are dark wood panelling, and the floors and cushions are dark maroon. The books are old, mostly leather bound with yellowing pages. The room is round, and has two levels, the way out is on the second level. You need a ladder to get to it.
I pick up my first book to burn. "fickle" is written in large gold letters. I want to open it, but I don't. I run my fingers over the cover and smile a little. I don't want to burn this bad habit... I give the cover a little kiss and dump it into the fire.
I pull two books off the shelf one reads " insatiable" the other reads " frightened" I immediately toss insatiable into the fire, but I hold onto Frightened tightly, I'm afraid to let fear go -- how ironic.
I have a few of these little meditation trips I take. I write them down afterwards, I thought maybe it would be nice to start posting them. Feel free to try it sometimes yourself, and write about what you felt and saw. It's amazing how telling a situation can be.
After I have a shower I like to crawl back in bed and just lay there for a few minutes ( I hate putting clothes on when I'm still all wet ! ) and it's usually after showers while I lay in bed staring at my canopy that I day dream. Today I thought about a library...
The Library...
You're in a library with a fireplace. You start picking up books with all the negative things you see about yourself.... watch yourself burn every one of them... you start picking up the positive books, you flip through them, reading the occasional passage -- and then you burn those too.
My library is a dark place, it smells funny too like old books. The windows are drawn shut and the only light source a huge fire pit in the middle of the space. The walls are dark wood panelling, and the floors and cushions are dark maroon. The books are old, mostly leather bound with yellowing pages. The room is round, and has two levels, the way out is on the second level. You need a ladder to get to it.
I pick up my first book to burn. "fickle" is written in large gold letters. I want to open it, but I don't. I run my fingers over the cover and smile a little. I don't want to burn this bad habit... I give the cover a little kiss and dump it into the fire.
I pull two books off the shelf one reads " insatiable" the other reads " frightened" I immediately toss insatiable into the fire, but I hold onto Frightened tightly, I'm afraid to let fear go -- how ironic.
I have a few of these little meditation trips I take. I write them down afterwards, I thought maybe it would be nice to start posting them. Feel free to try it sometimes yourself, and write about what you felt and saw. It's amazing how telling a situation can be.