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.
Chewing the Cud of Good
Seed pods: Wisteria (L), honey locust (R)
Thankful for seedpods. Over time they dry out, but when they first fall, they feel like velvet.
Reading your words and the sincerity settles me and provides hopeful practices to keep me there.
Hearing your internal critic let’s me know just how generous you are in sharing your humanity.