In the Beauty of Stillness, I am free. My Being is fluid as sparkling streams of turquoise waves splayed out before me, a welcoming invite to my feet, to my fearlessness to stand with my Soul bared before the Divine in the middle of the day. I am fearless enough to desist from the dreamer’s panacea of activity. To be in constant motion, many of us believe, is to make continuous progress towards our dreams, our goals, our objectives. Surprisingly, though, it is when I am deeply alive in a given Moment, usually a quiet Moment, when I am Present, focused on the life that throbs throughout my Being.
In Stillness, I can embrace the seemingly disparate parts of me. I can gather to my breast the sometimes-neglected parts that may be unconsciously pushed aside in the personality’s attempt to show what it will to the world. I don’t require the world’s approval I remind myself, when I grow numb to the blind pursuit of my dreams. I am already what I am. During those times when I forget, simply, I am lacking the ease and gentleness with myself to lay back on the waves and ride the tides—wind in my locs, skimming my cheeks in delicate caresses and titilatting my nude flesh—assuring me that I am not in a battle or race with the world or anyone in it.
I am me, Claudia, being–a Soul who adores what I adore, loves who and what I love.
So I meditate several times a day, if I can. No, when I stop and hop off this merry-go-round and satisfy my Soul with the bliss of Stillness.
Why do I do it?
I conscientiously connect with the Divine, to sit in a place of humility and joy within the Universe, and delight in the joy of Being. This is one of the most important Spiritual vitamins I require.
When I meditate, I sit in my office, on my trampoline, now that the space is emptying, holding only my mahogany writer’s desk, a low-standing coffee table, a potted fern, my temperamental All-in-One fax/copier/printer and basket of books. On my trampoline, I sit crossed-legged atop a folded blanket and pillow, preferably in the buff, and get Still, as still as the distant mountaintop that greets me outside my third-floor windows.
I am as Still as the cotton tied about my waist, as Still as my Sisterlocks under my left hand or the fuchsia-splashed tie over my shoulder. I remember my fearlessness. To stand on the mountain, at high noon, primarily nude, not much between me and the lake and trees and grass and Zen’s lens and my two lovely helpers and an open sky that are my audience, all tacitly praising me.
In my office, I sit, yoga still, facing the serenity of soft-burning tea lights. My Buddha holds one candle, bronze head bowed in humility. My miniature, candle holding lamp offers up its pretty luminescence and so does my glass makeshift flower pot-turned candle holder. (One can make candle holders out of most anything.)
Shrouded in a warm, welcoming glow, I vibrate in gratitude, joy, peace and love this morning. Once more, I realize how sacred is time conscientiously set aside to be anchored in Stillness. I cease the incessant musing of my mind. I focus on the night or the morning’s symphony, see the tapestry of the Universe right outside my windows and feel the breeze skimming over and through the white wooden blinds, same as I feel the the day’s sweet lulling breezes stroke me in the photo here, where I am possibly meditating standing, merging with the Universal Oneness of Spirit.
What are the benefits, you ask? Mine are multitudinous! I am calmer in the midst of a whirlwind of activity. My mind is clear, my heart open. My pressure is perfect, sans worry and the burden of what to do next and when to do it and with whom. Joy makes my skin glow. I’m ecstatic! My third eye races forth and connects with those things I envision. They arrive swiftly, on a Divinely perfect timetable.
No, I don’t chant. Sometimes I focus on how grateful I am for what is manifesting on my path. Sometimes I aim to go as blank as a sheet of paper minus even lines. As empty as I can go in the presence of a striking woman. What I allow my mind to do is toboggan over “una montaña de bendiciones” that vibrate under the tranquility of my skin!
Downstairs to enjoy a meal before returning to this office to sit in Stillness again…