On Meditation: Denouement

Definition: De·noue·ment [dey-noo-mahn] noun: “A final part of a story or drama in which everything is made clear and no questions or surprises remain. The final stage or climax of a series of events.” The meditation facilitator asked, “Who or what are you resisting?” This was a good question for me now, I thought.  He suggested that we ask it of ourselves exactly like that, “who or what are you resisting?” and not “am I resisting?” Asking this way allows us to be receptive to hearing an answer rather than cognitively searching for one. Is this one of those solutions in search of a problem?  This quandary (perplexity?) was part of my meditation for days.  In other words, am I going to dig up resistance to the question posed by the facilitator just to please him and feel like a good meditator?  I wanted this to be the answer, naturally, READ MORE


Letting Go A Meditation Article

I discovered upon meditating, that when I am at the top of my breath and inhaled completely and it is time to let go, that is where there is some hesitation. At times, it’s more than a hesitation. Sometimes I’m actually holding my breath – waiting, waiting to finish a thought, an idea, an internal dialog, argument, or connect the dots of disparate thoughts. It is in this moment of letting go that often, I don’t; I don’t let go at all. Nature has a way of forcing the issue and the exhale will come, as it must. And I may let go with a huff, or with cautious yielding but I will let go. But then, at some point during the exhale, the letting go feels so good as the muscles relax, my body sinks into the chair, and relaxation takes over. As I think it over now, what READ MORE

Nature Month Night The Sky Blackout

I’ve Never Been Blessed with Blackouts

Written July 2016 I came to, not woke up, on July 10, 1981 and every fiber of my being hurt.  Being a hot summer, Pam and I had pulled our mattress from the bedroom, and thrown it on the floor in front of the air-conditioner. My eyes fluttered open and the sinking feeling of dread sank from my heart to my gut and shuttered through my body with total recognition that I had done it again.  Just because I knew I’d done it again, doesn’t mean that right at that second I knew everything I’d done.  All of that would come to me in pieces over the course of the next fractured period of time.  I have never been blessed with blackouts.  Every humiliating event of the previous night would come to me, but not at once.  It would come to me in random pieces, like a jigsaw puzzle of READ MORE