The time isn’t right for any words on fear just yet.
Instead I have a few words about listening. The saying goes that prayer is talking to the Divine and meditation is listening. I think that we, as people, tend to a lot of talking, a lot of asking. But when it comes to listening, we just don’t seem to have time. Or we aren’t open to the answer. It’s very easy to ask, but my goal now is to listen and to receive openly. The answers can often be so subtle that if we aren’t in tune, if we aren’t paying direct attention, we won’t realize that it ever came.
Listening takes practice and patience and an open mind/heart. Today was one of those rewarding days in meditation. So often in meditation we get frustrated because we don’t have revelations or epiphanies every time we sit and so we give up. It’s hard, but I am trying to be persistent and consistent. It’s like payday. You have to work a while and then at the end of the pay period, you get a check. So there I was and I had prayed and I had come to a place in my meditation where I was listening, for a change. Really listening.
And I got an answer.
I knew I was listening because I really felt that it wasn’t me that gave me that answer. The answer came from the greater Me, the part of me that is Divine, the part of me that I attempt to reach through my yoga practice and my meditation. I recognized that I hadn’t just “come up” with an answer. I’d received an answer.
It was a really neat feeling and it reinforced the idea I’ve mentioned before about the universe taking care of me. In yoga teacher training the other day, we were beginning a meditation and Chris came over and laid a blanket over me. It was a gesture that was tender and nurturing and motherly. What I got from listening today was the same thing. A tender, nurturing gesture from my Mother.
The time and effort to meditate seems to be a small price come pay day.