Feeling pensive when I wake I decide to go out and meditate in the chill morning air. I build a fire in my chiminea and sit in the lotus position on my swing. The warmth from the chiminea is soothing me as I close my eyes, take a deep breath and start to relax. "Ommmmmmm...ow, ow, ow, ouch!" I look down and see my orange kitten's teeth latched onto my thumb drawing blood. Dozer, my 60 lb. bulldog hears my yelp of pain and decides he wants in my lap along with the kitten. The kitten gets scared and wraps her paws around my neck and is unwilling to let go as Dozer tries to lick me in the face. Ugh!
Sighing, no longer in the mood to meditate, I wonder if Maharishi Mahesh Yogi ever had these problems?
warmth radiating
from a fire pit
inner peace
Sighing, no longer in the mood to meditate, I wonder if Maharishi Mahesh Yogi ever had these problems?
warmth radiating
from a fire pit
inner peace
5 comments:
Meditating and being interrupted by life's obnoxious vicissitudes doesn't mean you're not meditating. In fact, some might say that the dog and kitten are your teachers, keeping your attention on what's right in front of you, or something (obnoxious) like that.
I keep reading that headline as "Adventures in Medication," but I guess that's a post I'm going to have to write.
So true, Dawn...I agree but it is hard to concentrate when your hand is bleeding and there is a fight going on in your lap, at least for me anyway. I guess it just goes to show I am not enlightened though I aspire to be.
Ha Ha Arch, that is a post I look forward to reading.
Nor I, Sandy. That whole Zen thing of beatings and koans never did it for me, either. I'd rather have someone whisper enlightenment in my ear.
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