I was barely able to stay awake through my evening meditation last night. My body was exhausted, running a low grade fever, and aching for sleep, at the mercy of an upper respiratory infection. My will held my body in check for just long enough to get through this eleven minute practice, and then I released myself into the welcoming arms of a long and little disturbed sleep. Seven hours later I awoke feeling well rested and refreshed and heralded by a powerful but benevolent storm blowing its way through the valley. I began my sadhana, grateful that I could do it at all, and ended it under the eaves of the front porch in the 5x5x5 meditation. The glorious storm was in its last throes, rumbling a long, low, penetrating drum roll on its way out of the valley. And a gentle cleansing rain fell, a tender companion joining the chorus of frogs and insects sending their vibrations out into the world. I appreciated my breath even more this morning, having struggled a little yesterday to find breath at all through the congestion of pneumonia in my left lung. As I brought in five breaths to the count of my heartbeat, I wondered at how I had taken so many of these breaths for granted in the past. And as I next held my breath for the span of five heartbeats, I sensed into the nourishment my cells were receiving. Exhaling to a count of five heartbeats, I imagined the cells releasing whatever they could no longer use, sending it off into the air to be incorporated into the surrounding air for another being to use. And so it went for the next eleven minutes. I imagined that Tommy Rosen and our fellow and fellow-ette Bookenders appreciating their breaths, one at a time, and the nourishment they are receiving. We are so blessed to have these practices to frame our days with, and especially to have the breath at all. This is The Bookend Meditation for this moment. Sat Nam!
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