I love podcasts lately. The creative thought leaders inspire me, and the one I listened to today was no exception. He (Robin Sharma) shared that it is FACT: each and every single one of us has GENIUS inside. Most of us just let STUFF get in the way of it, especially today with all the handheld digital distractions peppering our mind with intermittent focus all day long. Genius requires reflection. Isolation even. It was suggested to cordon ourselves away for 4 hours each day to cultivate our focus and help our genius emerge. I was very excited by this notion and even started visualizing a studio of my own (which shifted to dedicated time at the library, a more practical solution for the time being).
So my pump was already primed when I headed to the 40 Days meeting. We went around the room and shared experiences from Week 3, and there was healthy discussion about meditation. Most of us struggle with it, and think we're probably doing it wrong. Which was debunked by the facilitator, who encouraged us to be less judgmental about it, just relax into it. When she led us in a guided meditation, part of the regular weekly meeting format, I had my mind open to just accepting the thoughts that came, and letting them go. And for whatever reason, I started weeping. Like, made the whole front of my shirt wet weeping.
Now, you tell me what that's about. What is going on in my head to make me crumble at the very small effort of being with my thoughts, being with my breath? I have been avoiding this part of the program. Maybe deliberately. Maybe there's a scary bridge to cross here.
That quote by Rumi: "You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens." This process of learning and growing, stretching, getting stronger, it isn't like a spa experience. Unless it's like a bootcamp kind of spa-weight-loss thing. This is supposed to be uncomfortable. This is work.
Shit. I really gotta meditate, huh?
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