Morning Meditations

There is something magical about waking up in golden yellow light that is hypnotic. The sleep you’ve woken up from seems much longer than the eight hours since you crashed on your bed last night.

Suddenly, you don’t want to kill your boss, your maid, or your parents. Your lips have turned upwards in an involuntary smile. How long ago was it that you last felt like this? How old were you? Seventeen? You first love, then just your crush, had just told you they like you back.

A gentle but firm and slightly cool breeze rushes into your face and you feel that you are awake for the first time in your life. This is a moment of clarity. You know exactly what to do, where to go, and what to say. No, I don’t mean you have to quit, give up your kids for adoption, and buy the tickets to the town closest to Mt. Everest.

You know you don’t “Have” to do anything extraordinary. Or anything at all. There is no compulsion and this is not a challenge. However, your logic, always in perfect alignment with Love and magic, tells you that it would be more positive and make you much happier if you did whatever it is that you choose to do with love.

After all, happiness comes not from other people loving you, but when you feel in your heart the love that flows through you to other people. If you’re lucky maybe even everyone on the planet. I’ll let you in on a little secret, I have yet to meet a person who has not responded to unadulterated, uncontional love. And if that doesn’t work for you, at least you still know, being altruistic is cool. The Millenials use the term Chill.

How do we get there? It’s simple really, just breathe in and then slowly breathe out. Morning Meditations are Awesome!

 

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