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I've been trying to meditate since my early 20s. I've given up. Wrestling the mind isn't my forte, especially when lit up with scorching Scorpio emotions. I have gotten better, because I endured through many decades of storms. Not that there aren't storms ahead, but I've learned to pick and choose what's worth going through a storm for... and what calms me and keeps me away from catastrophes. Being too busy is chaotic, and what I was raised to be that didn't work for me. Now, I only choose that which really matters, to me. Maybe I'm wrong. Someone on here has a blog that shows me what kind of simpleton my mind is, but I'm okay with it. We all have our strengths and weaknesses. I no longer fight to prove I can tackle what others have tackled, because I'm accepting that I chose which path I wanted and I love what I found on my path, and have no regrets. Perhaps that is meditation itself, because that brings me peace.

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Once again, you’ve hit the nail on the head! The essence of Meditation is surrender to our essence. We are not our thoughts and feelings but they are what make us unique. So our thoughts and feelings are our own perpetual popcorn movie! Put these thoughts and feelings in a Journal and you’ve got unique art that speaks to humanity. Rumi lived in the thirteenth century which means this understanding, as esoteric as it might be, has been around for over a millennium. If we were taught Philosophy in schools up unto the age of 18, society would be a lot more emotionally/spiritually healthy.

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