Another day, another meditative journey. This time I went in with an intention. My Lammas practice indicated that I need to do some exploration into the idea of prosperity.
So that's what I did.
I began as I do and found myself in the desert. I am wearing a white and billowy long dress, but I can feel myself already becoming dehydrated and warm in the over-bright sunlight.
I ask with my inward voice about prosperity- I don't need to create sound. I'm glad- it feels like the energy expenditure would break me. The day is hot and it's only beginning.
I sit quietly and to my right a single cactus flower blooms pale pink.
Almost disappointing. It's something, but I have no idea what.
So I sit and observe.
The heat of the day lingers and gets more intense. I start to worry that it will never end. But there's an inward feeling that I need to sit and observe- even in this set of miserable conditions.
As the day ends, the quality of the light becomes less direct. The humidity rises and clouds form.
First it's a smell, and then the rain pours. It is darker than I have ever experienced. I experience brief relief after the sunshine and soon I am more cold than I have ever been in my life.
I am sitting as I sat during the day, in my dress in the open desert. The unending blasting of the sun replaced by the deluge of rain. Where the day was quiet and hot, the night was noisy and cold.
This, again, feels eternal. But I'm guided by that same feeling that I need to sit and observe- even this different set of miserable conditions.
Patience.
The day dawns and the rain stops. The sky clears and day warms. Again.
The shift is wonderful and at this moment I notice 2 + 1 cactus flowers. All pale pink. Silent. Seemingly out of nowhere just like the day before.
The heat is again as uncomfortable as the cold was uncomfortable. The silent sunshine is as overwhelming as the din of the rain during the night.
The conditions are painful. I look around and notice a steep hill with a shadow and discover that it has the slightest overhang.
A shadow. I sit in it and observe without the same quality of desperation for survival.
The same, same, same unchanging and endless circumstances.
Patience.
The dark gathers as well as the rain clouds. And again, the cold and noise overnight is just as uncomfortable as the hot silence of the day.
But this time, the slight overhang protects me from the worst of the rain. Again, I sit in observation without the same quality of struggle for survival.
The same, same, same observation of the present moment.
Patience.
The day dawns again. The rain gathers itself and dissipates into the sunshine.
4 + 2 + 1 pale pink cactus flowers.
The hill is a refuge. My body is protected from the unrelenting sunshine. I am able to see the horizon and everything in between. I observe the stillness.
There's a puddle of water beside me that lasts until midday until it finally evaporates.
When the sun sets and the clouds form and release rain I am so grateful for my small alcove in the hill. I can't see beyond the edge of the overhang into the darkness. I observe the constant movement.
I shift my hand and notice that some of the dry rocks are still hot from the sunshine earlier in the day. The heat lasts until midnight before finally cooling.
8 + 4 + 2 + 1`pale pink cactus flowers.
As the sun rises, I set up a few of the biggest rocks in the sunlight just outside the shade in order to collect warmth.
As the sun sets. I dig more pits to collect rainwater.
16 + 8 + 4 + 2 + 1 pale pink cactus flowers.
The environment fades into the pale pink of the cactus flowers.
As the meditation comes to an end I'm reminded inwardly to observe, use what's available to me, have patience, and regulate extremes with what's available in those extremes.
Those extremes are uncomfortable but are needed for growth- for prosperity.
I end my meditative journey as I do and find myself again, seated in my chair. And I give profound thanks.
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