Lily Rose
Beloved Grand Eagle
There are many expressions of meditation, with subtle variations. We each find our own versions that work for us. In all of that, there are still basic formats. The breathing, the expanding of the heart, the self-compassion and world-compassion, visuals that take us within the body, visual that take us outside of ourselves. There are walking meditations, eating meditations, healing meditations.
For this post, I wish to share the meditation that takes you behind your own heart.
Often, as we are taught to meditate, we focus on our heart-light, of expanding and brightening that light. The visual tends to focus on the front of the heart, opening it wide with warmth and love, as though our arm were also spread wide, the perfect manifestation of joy.
We don't, so much, explore behind our heart, where our secrets hide, where much of our pain lingers untouched by the frontal heart-light.
Imagery is how I express myself, so I offer this visual as a tool: Imagine each of your vertebrae as floodlights, sweeping side to side, the threads of light seeping between, beneath, and over all the crevices and valleys we've created in our secret-places. Breathe with each sweep of light. If the light is too bright, dim it down to a tolerable level. Let those shadow areas feel the warmth of love.
It is not necessary to share what you find behind your heart. Your discoveries are ... yours. But if you feel a need, journaling your impressions is another way to acknowledge yourself. Speaking about it is also another choice. It is all about what is right with you and your heart. You'll know.
with grace and gratitude,
^_^
For this post, I wish to share the meditation that takes you behind your own heart.
Often, as we are taught to meditate, we focus on our heart-light, of expanding and brightening that light. The visual tends to focus on the front of the heart, opening it wide with warmth and love, as though our arm were also spread wide, the perfect manifestation of joy.
We don't, so much, explore behind our heart, where our secrets hide, where much of our pain lingers untouched by the frontal heart-light.
Imagery is how I express myself, so I offer this visual as a tool: Imagine each of your vertebrae as floodlights, sweeping side to side, the threads of light seeping between, beneath, and over all the crevices and valleys we've created in our secret-places. Breathe with each sweep of light. If the light is too bright, dim it down to a tolerable level. Let those shadow areas feel the warmth of love.
It is not necessary to share what you find behind your heart. Your discoveries are ... yours. But if you feel a need, journaling your impressions is another way to acknowledge yourself. Speaking about it is also another choice. It is all about what is right with you and your heart. You'll know.
with grace and gratitude,
^_^
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