I’m 99.999 % sure that my reaction to losing my blue folder was a direct result of meditation practice. I am baffled and tickled that I found out that way. I had no idea how sneaky this practice is; working on me with my permission but beyond my knowledge. It’s like finding out that the money you’ve been putting in the bank has been secretly paying your mortgage while doubling in interest.
Several things happened that day that would not have happened months ago:
- From the moment the folder left my hand to when I started picking up the pieces, it probably took 1 minute tops, but it I experienced it slowly. My breathing barely changed. Whoa. No panic?
- I instantaneously let go of wanting it to be any other way, and this gave me the chance to choose what to do next. There was zero confusion.
- Deciding to rescue what I could, not knowing if that was even possible, felt “right” and I didn’t question it. There was a distinct lack of chatter.
- I could really see and acknowledge each person who helped me.
Ask me right now and I’ll confess that I still have no idea how to meditate. I’m tempted to tell you that I have been able to sense deep changes in me all along, it would make me look so wise, but I haven’t. All I know is that I continue to keep showing up because I made that commitment up there at the top of the post.
Sit, breathe, and count on.
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- photo detail from Breathing by Anne Lindberg at the Daum Museum of Contemporary Art
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