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Friday Flashback: My Third Eye
I’ve been blogging here since 2008, and – if I do say so myself – there’s some good stuff in my archive that you might have missed. On Fridays, I’m going to take you on a Friday Flashback and point you to some good stuff from the checkered past of The Clothes Make The Girl.
My Third Eye & Counting Down From 100
Originally posted on July 1, 2008, this post was written the first time I made a real attempt to incorporate a meditation practice into my life. As you’ll see when you read the old post, I did well that day. And that was about it. It just didn’t take. I didn’t make the commitment – mostly because I wasn’t convinced of the benefits.
But this time, I’ve realized that “Do a meditation practice” isn’t a to-do item to be obediently checked off my list. This time there’s a much more immediate impact on how I feel. The unvarnished reality is that if I do yoga or meditate a few times a week, I feel good. More buoyant. More light-hearted. More able to just roll with it. I hear myself laughing more and feel like my face is relaxed. I look younger. I feel ageless.
Make no mistake: I find it completely annoying that that is the case. I didn’t want meditation and yoga to work for me. I wanted desperately to continue to believe that groovy shit is not my thing.
But it is. It’s my thing.
Oh, man. Groovy shit is my thing.
So now I’m the proud owner of a yoga DVD that I will be enjoying every Sunday morning, and I have three guided meditations by Jack Kornfield on mp3 that I will listen to at least every other day. And I’ll breathe. And I’ll feel myself melt into the floor. And I’ll have less churning thoughts. But I will still wear too much black and say f*ck a lot, damn it.
Here’s a snippet from my 2008 post:
I’m so proud of myself! I did absolutely nothing for 15 minutes today! I sat in my Glamour Room with only the illumination of the night light, focused on my breathing, visualized the inside of the bridge of my nose… and just drifted.