Sitting mediation this morning, my mind bounced around like a Rabbid in a Wii-mote in the hands of an over zealous 25 year old with a penchant for gross/evil cute things.
Sat for 20 minutes. Thoughts: more paintings, bigger paintings, why so much attention to external energies/people, why worrying, tired, worth being tired, breathing. Space, travel. Money. Will there be enough? Doubt.
For a short while my thoughts were light and the sensation of my hands passing through my legs occurred. Was able to come back via the breath.
"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders
