Whenever I experience a moment that connects me to my heart, I want to press pause and bathe in all its magnificence. Wrap myself up in it, around and around softly and gently so I’m cocooned forever. It is that glorious. The purity, the depth, the intensity is truly a beautiful thing, it makes me greedy, craving more. But these golden moments can not be faked, manufactured or tricked in to existence by grasping hands.
Consciously living from the heart, being heart-centred and whole hearted is my light in a darkened room. Sometimes though I can forget to flick the switch. I temporarily go offline, caught up in the hustle and bustle of life, transacting my way through. Intention still alive but attention is falling behind.
My meditation practice gives me the touch stone I need, twice a day, to stop and reconnect, getting back to myself, the me that wants to live from their heart – it reminds me of my intention and gives me the opportunity to follow up with my attention. Off I go again with mixed success – sometimes radiantly connected, sometimes not. And that is okay, it’s a way of being that I will keep returning to, likely I will always be returning to, my try-spirit high, hoping my muscle is strengthening and that muscle memory is real. It is a worthwhile pursuit, expanding my heart, so I am going to keep at it…
“If you pour a handful of salt into a cup of water, the water becomes undrinkable. But if you pour the salt into a river, people can continue to draw the water to cook, wash, and drink. The river is immense, and it has the capacity to receive, embrace, and transform. When our hearts are small, our understanding and compassion are limited, and we suffer. We can’t accept or tolerate others and their shortcomings, and we demand that they change. But when our hearts expand, these same things don’t make us suffer anymore. We have a lot of understanding and compassion and can embrace others. We accept others as they are, and then they have a chance to transform.” Thich Nhat Hanh