Meditation Words

The third part of my morning meditation is sitting meditation. I’ve learned that if I try to simply focus on my breath, my mind takes a hike.  So I say words to myself, in my mind.

NOTE: As I worked my way through this meditation, I revised it. The updated text is here. 

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I am here.  

I am grounded.

    Grounded.

    Grounded.  

I am lifted.

    Lifted.

    Lifted.  

I am protected.

    Protected.

    Protected.  

I am connected.

    Connected.

    Connected.  

I am here.  

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I am holy,

    yes, I am.  

I am creative,

    yes, I am.  

I am authentic,

    yes, I am.  

I am kind,

    yes, I am.  

I am intelligent,

    yes, I am.  

I am brave,

    yes, I am.  

I am an author and a teacher,

    yes, I am.  

I am persevering,

    yes, I am.  

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I am all these things

    so that I can fulfill my life’s intentions:

to be a creative maker,

a good friend and partner,

with an abundance of health

    and wealth in all its forms,  

So that I may

Enjoy my life and home,

Tend to my field,

And put my ass

    where my heart wants to be.*

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So be it.

So be it.

So be it.

So be it.

So be it.  

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I open my arms wide

to accept and appreciate 

an abundance of blessings—

blessings I’ve imagined

    and blessings beyond my fondest dreams,

blessings from the top of my head,

    all through and around me,

    to the soles of my feet,

blessings so that I may be

    a blessing to others.  

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Ama.   

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I am now feeling self-conscious about what I have written. The Imposter is saying, “Who are you to write such things?” “Who are you to say those things to yourself?” “Those are probably the wrong words anyway.” “Now people will see how selfish you are.”

To the Imposter I say:  I am.  

*Credit to Steven Pressfield for this phrase.

 

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