You know our letters manage to find their way to other people and they read them which really is rude! Where have manners gone I ask myself? Well, that aside, one of the letters found its way to a lady in America (yes, I know. Unbelievable) and she wrote to me asking a number of questions as she was thinking of writing a book and would maybe precede this with a blog. What did she ask? Well question about why I wrote. She also commented that, not being as patient as I appeared to be in respect of finding followers she might struggle to persist.
So I responded because, well it’s only polite to reply when a nice lady has taken the time to write and the essence of my reply was, “Why do you need to write?” In asking this question of her I was bound to turn it on myself. Way back I wrote to you and, if my memory serves me, I told you that I write for me. You just happen to be the person who benefits from this fount of wisdom. I did back then and I do now. Oh yes, it’s really nice to have people want to read what I’ve written and nicer still if they comment or email me. But, bottom line, if no one ever read the letters I think I’d still write and it was during the course of these thoughts, these musings as I replied my enquirer that I began to realise, for me writing has become a meditation. I told the lady for she, with her questions, had enabled me to see this
We think of meditation as an exercise in mindfulness, in losing oneself to the world and becoming empty minded. Of pulling away from the concerns of the world and entering a place of serenity and that is the principle form of meditation. I’ve done it in a poor fashion. The mind really resists being turned off! But what if we clear our thoughts or become so focused that inspiration can just flow through us? What if we are so lost in what we are doing that we begin to see things we never knew were there. New possibilities. Insights and inspirations. Even ‘God talk’ as we open ourselves, shun reservations and chose to believe that the Divine is moving our thoughts.
I usually feel ‘better’ after writing you a letter, especially if I have launched out with an idea and, much like a flower, it has gradually bloomed before my eyes as words cling to paper. Sometimes I become lost in my writing, detached from my surroundings, connected to something within from where the words flow. Is this a meditation? The peace and clarity I sometimes feel afterwards suggests ‘yes’.
So, here’s a Musing for this Monday. If you have something you do well (not that I claim to do writing well), something you can lose yourself in, allows you to create, to bring forth from what you find within yourself, to come to a sense of peace and fulfillment ask yourself, “Is this my meditation? Has this caused me to be more aware of the Universe and my part in it? Do I begin to feel connected to God?”
Maybe the practice of meditation is a whole lot more diverse than we have allowed ourselves to believe and we’ve got ourselves fixated on sitting cross legged, first finger pressed against thumb, eyes closed pushing away the thoughts that keeping sneaking back in. Now, did I leave the kettle on?
Have another magnificent week,