Notes from a meditation retreat on 8 March 2014 in Bethesda Maryland, facilitated by Patricia Long:
|A single raindrop|
Onto a quiet pond.
A wave spreads, reflects,
Waters again are still.
Yet beneath the surface,
Invisible in the depths ...
|Nine people sit in a circle on a Sunday morning.|
Within minutes they
Talk — share — glimpse
Fears — prayers — guilts — joys
| Dance, when you're broken open.|
Dance, if you've torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance, when you're perfectly free.
— Rumi, the Sufi poet
|"This is the most real part of life."|
"There's more bandwidth here."
"We're more aware."
| Notice again.|
Pay attention — to attention itself.
|A deliberate shift:|
From thinking to experiencing.
Meditation is not something you do.
You don't do sleep.
| Keep squeezing drops of the Sun|
From your prayers and work and music
And from your companions' beautiful laughter.
— Hafez, the Persian poet
|There's nourishment, safety, strength, inspiration.|
Relief, and awe.
Letting go of hopes.
Letting go of worries.
Breathe in love. Breathe out fear.
|A two minute practice is fine.|
Pet the cat.
Watch the fish.
Standing is just as good as sitting.
Om Namah Shivayah