Beth Johnson

Thursday, January 4, 2018

Inner Wisdom

1 comment:

Shannon Brown said...

I am trying to be more artistic these days, whatever that means, so I had decided I was going to draw before meditation and after meditation. I am not a drawing artist. I listened and felt my body, and the extra skin under my chin was beckoning, so I stopped and drew what it felt like, best that I could. Quite comical. Going inside was fun, it felt like jello, soft, pliable, jumbled. Acceptance was the word I heard. I then saw a door and opened it, just blue sky and white puffy clouds, and I stepped out, no bottom. Trusting I would not fall. I heard, felt my Soul say, "I know the way, we've been here before, just trust." During the humming, I saw jagged lines going up and then the second time jagged lines coming down. The phone rang while I was in my "E's" and I would normally ignore it, but my dad just had surgery and it was my mom, so I answered it. It was one of their little dramas. I felt no need join. Being the silent moment as her chaos ensued, she settled down and I finished the meditation. When I drew the" after meditation", there was a rock path, and the words that continued were, The Soul Knows the Path. It has been intriguing watching myself, and the more I include these meditations in my daily life, I notice I do more watching, than doing. And the watching is not from a judgement point of view, but just a watching, from the Heart, from the Soul, from the moment. Such an easy way of being, no forcing, just allowing, accepting, watching it pass, one moment to the next moment, to the next......