Okay…so this is a little anxiety-producing.
As part of the Write Yourself Alive Challenge, I wrote a rambling meditation, then recorded it and now…gulp…am sharing it here. But, hey, this was part of the reason I joined this challenge—to break the hell out of my comfort zone.
This is a rambling meditation through the silky seaweed of thoughts
undulating through the dark shadowy spaces of my mind.
Mining the mind for what is truly there,
not merely what I think is there.
Diving below that still surface of
polite thoughts of please and thank you and,
most insidious of all, I’m sorry.
Those apologies of the soul, for the soul.
Apologizing for taking up too much space,
for saying the wrong thing on the outside though it felt so right on the inside.
Slipping into the crevice between apologizing and owning.
Owning the space inside my head,
inside my heart.
Daring to disturb the mirror-like surface with
one pebble of truth
and allowing those ripples to flow wherever they may go.
Watching them extend far beyond the safety of polite