Sit With Me Awhile

Healing comes with a lot of advice.

Journal your thoughts.
Ground yourself.
Spend time in meditation.
Reconnect with your inner peace.

And for the most part, I have taken that advice very seriously.

Maybe… a little too seriously.

On the weekends when my son goes to his dad’s, the house becomes very quiet.

After a long work week, I come home, light some incense, sit down with my journal, and try to focus on healing.

But there are only so many pages a person can journal before you start writing things like:

“Today I drank coffee and stared at a wall for a while.”

So naturally I turn to meditation.

My house permanently smells like incense at this point.

There are grounding exercises happening in almost every room.

If someone walked into my living room unexpectedly they might think I had opened a small spiritual retreat center.

On this particular day I sat down for what I assumed would be a quick meditation.

Just thirty minutes.

Maybe forty-five if I was really getting into it.

I closed my eyes, focused on my breathing, and let the sound of the meditation guide me.

When I finally opened my eyes again, I felt incredibly peaceful.

Centered.

Grounded.

Completely reconnected to the universe.

And then I looked at the clock.

Three hours had passed.

Three.

Hours.

My cat was sitting across the room staring at me like he was about five minutes away from calling the ASPCA about his empty food bowl.

I felt a little like Robin Williams in Jumanji.

“What year is it?”

In that moment I realized something important.

Maybe I had reached the point where a little less meditation and a little more fresh air might be good for me.

So I opened a window.

Fed my cat.

And reminded myself that healing is important…

…but occasionally stepping outside and touching grass is probably part of the process too.