It's just one of those days when I have one conscious "foot" in the kaleidoscopic present with the fog and mirrors that mutate illusions into total delusions. My other "foot" is in mindful coexistence with the eternal and enveloped in radiating serenity.
It's just one of those days where I rush to organize one aspect of my life, dissolve into the task, and realize I am being called instead to be quiet and listen and to accept the tears that are guided by gravity to create a moist path on my face.
It's just one of those days when my mind craves activity, distraction, and self-medication and pumps adrenalin big time to maintain a Do it Now! insistence despite my heart being weary of this illusory process.
Blissful restorative rest, experiencing cellular healing and the beauty of in- and out-breath. How could I not totally choose this meditative option?
Yet, the jangling Siren of Distraction sits on the rocks calling my name.
At least this is how it feels here in winter-is-back Central NJ on the 11th day of December, just a short period of time til we find out if the Mayan prophecy has validity.
How are you doing in your neck of this mindful woods?
Judy Shepps Battle is a New Jersey resident, addictions specialist, consultant and freelance writer. Her weekly column "It Takes a Village" appeared in the South Brunswick Patch for a year. She can be reached by e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org. Additional information on this and other topics can be found at her website at http://www.writeaction.com/.
Copyright 2012 Judy Shepps Battle