Meditation: When It’s All The Guru

I joke that Hartley is my guru. Except it’s no joke. He doesn’t judge. He doesn’t hold on. He’s perpetually in the present. I can’t even begin to approach the not judging part, but I’m trying. Just when I think I’m getting there, I see a deeper level.

Yesterday I had a work call with a group that challenges me to not react, so before we spoke I imagined they’d all been my mother in a previous incarnation. But I don’t exactly believe in that kind of reincarnation so I’m not sure that helped… Then I thought of their busy lives and how hard they had to fight to make time for this call. But the real game changer was just observing my body clench up when I felt pummeled, and directing my attention to softening and breathing. Crazy thing, on this call, they thanked me for organizing things! Guys, I know it sounds minor, but the small stuff is where we live. I’m not out crashing cars and wrecking marriages, I’m going to the store and walking mr hartles. I mention it all because I think the prep helped too. Were it not for meditation, I wouldn’t have realized my dismissiveness when I feel unappreciated. It’s the psychic megaphone I don’t see. Being able to see it all as learning takes the sting out of it, which is just never useful.

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