Fifteen minutes today.
A quiet place in the house – usually the sofa, blinds closed. I start out with the Lord’s Prayer taught to me when I was a little girl. I pray for health mercies, traveling
mercies, peace-of-mind mercies, companionship mercies, finding a job mercies and so on for family and friends.
Single word-concepts come to me: Love. I pray love four breaths in, four breaths out, repeat. Then joy comes into my mind, four breaths in, four breaths out, repeat. More words come like beads on a chain – health, peace, gratitude, companionship, touch, music, peace, fun, love, joy.
A thought comes in about a task. I shoo it away. Focus on breathing – four counts in and four counts out. The rhythm soothing…becoming a hum – an utterance that surrenders me totally.
I am centered. I am silent. I have stopped. The stopping is the point. The silence is the magic. I like it here.
Alarm rings. Fifteen minutes. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll do 20. Perhaps soon I’ll do two sessions – one to begin my day, another to end it.
Focusing is threading itself through my life. Even did it on the T the other day to remove from a boisterous group.
Now the noise of the day can come. I’m ready.