I've felt a need to meditate recently. Not meditation as most people would think of it--chants, burning incense, the lotus position, and a deep-seated belief that the Force flows through all things. When I say meditation, I mean quiet time where I think about what matters and I try to center myself. The phrase "center myself" probably isn't very clear to you, but I'm not sure how to explain it. I just know when something is unbalanced in my mind and I need to fix it. But it's not easy for me to meditate because I usually like to be outdoors and moving when I meditate. I come from mountainous, heavily forested country. I used to grab my headphones, crank up the volume, throw on my shoes, and go climb a mountain. That's meditation. I once said that I think best in the shower. Something about the water: movement, steam, miniscule and multiple rapid hits to the head... But I also think really well when I meditate. From time to time, I still grab my headphones and go around Holmes. It's not mountains and forest, but it's the closest I'll find within a short distance.
Lately, I've felt unbalanced. It's largely due, I suspect, to the fact that I have no regular routine right now. In other words, I've got no job and I'm going a little nuts. I've been meaning to go for a walk for a couple of days now but I never did. But sometimes God decides to pick up the slack where we've left off. I got in my car today to drive to my lunch appointment. As usual, I started the car and turned on the radio. The regular channels were playing junk so I turned to K-LOV. "My Own Little World" by Matthew West was playing. If you haven't heard it, look it up. Good song. The song lasted until I parked. Coincidence? I think not. I don't believe in coincidence anymore. At a time when I needed it, God sent me a message. A reminder that "my own little world is not about me".
I still need to meditate sometime. Life looks a little better, though. Little less gray. I don't need to worry about the future so much. Someone already has it arranged.
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