Going to a weekly meditation group has been a useful perspective-adjuster for me. When you’re brought up in a religious tradition where you attend a service weekly Just Because, it’s easy to lose sight of why it’s important. Especially if no one ever told you in the first place. It’s important because left to our own devices we’re not so good at keeping things in perspective. We have to re-align with the axis mundi, recenter ourselves within eternal time, periodically in order to remember ourselves. And somehow that can be a lot easier when we’re not alone.
Meditating to a Ram Dass kurta last night, I realized that that’s all I ever really wanted to do. To make sacred music that projects love and warmth and draws the hearer into a profound experience of communion with the divine and with everyone around. And otherwise to create powerful experiences that draw people together, bring light to their eyes, light a fire in their hearts, and give them a vision of the divine potential within themselves and their neighbor. To be a living inspiration. When I come back to myself I know that this, more than anything else, is the secret desire of my heart. And then I forget, once again…
How could I have spent six years barely picking up my guitar? How could I have grown so distant from myself?
Meditation also gives me the cuddles something fierce. When I meditate deeply I usually find myself just radiating love and affection. Once I get into that eternal headspace, and out of mundane habit of thinking of love in terms of scarcity economics, I want to just reach out and embrace the people around me, share some of the love that’s welling up within. I’m very thankful that the group I’ve been meditating with has gotten into the habit of hugging when we meet, and there are some very fine huggers among them. I’m thinking of introducing Thich Nhat Hanh’s “hugging meditation” to them; I think it would go over well.
I still miss cuddle piles. Another part of myself that I thought I was growing into at one time, and instead stepped away from. I know some of the causes of all this self-distancing, and I’m working on reversing it. It’s a long road. One thing I am more and more certain of every day, though: life is too short to let anything stand in the way of becoming who you truly are.
Even if you do intend to live to 1000.