Don’t Talk In The Meadow

Don’t talk in the Meadow.

Don’t worry or ask about that right now.
Walk to the center of your meadow and be still with me.

Don’t drag your world into mine.
More is accomplished in your world for having been here with me, unfettered with thoughts.

Even leave, for now, your prayers and petitions at the gate.
Then pray ceaselessly when you return to your world.

Listen.
Listen to the wind that you can not see, or touch,
but know by the dancing grasses it’s running in the meadow.

Don’t talk in the Meadow.
Listen and rest with me.

Two notes about this particular meditation:
One – I’ve gone to the meadow of my mind for awhile now.  It first showed up with the suggestion to picture a place that has meaning/relevance to me – a mountaintop, the woods, a stream, an ocean?  It can be whatever place feels safe, welcoming and exceptional to you.  But, for me it’s the meadow.  Over the years I’ve created the particulars including directional location, and added upgrades such as a wooden 10×10 deck just above the swaying grasses (to avoid creatures I’d rather not worry about when visiting the meadow). And this year, a pool umbrella.  I may be a little nuts – but it does make me happy.

Two – I’m pretty sure this meditation is specific to this time of the year, and for me; and that not all meditations are meant to be without prayers as during this season of Advent.

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