8-day Art of Meditation Global Summit starts tomorrow, Tuesday, July 16th!
Got this event in my email so wanted to share it with ya’ll
Thankyou lovely
Perfect, thank you! I’ve been much more regular in my meditation practice and love new (and FREE) resources and opportunities!
I actually thought about you went I saw it, and was part of the reason that I posted it.
Thank you for the smile and the resource!
I’ll try to return the favor with a link to a free weekly global mediation that has a few sessions to choose from. I do the one on Thursdays.
Still sending you love and light and think of you often.
Oooh thanks for this!
Oh I forgot that there is also this resource for mindfulness self compassion that is daily:
Being on the starting from the beginning again with my meditation practice I am going to have to agree that resources as well as Free are right up my alley.
Thank you both so much for sharing too! I recently had an issue with even starting my meditation practice again, so I decided to go through the Spells8 Meditation Course
This may be something to help my practice along to a regular part of my days!
Oooo nice, thank you! That was trickier to figure out when it’s offered but I think I’ve got it signed up for and in my calendar! I’ll try that tomorrow.
Sharing a share from the session today
Unconditional
Willing to experience aloneness,
I discover connection everywhere;
Turning to face my fear,
I meet the warrior who lives within;
Opening to my loss,
I gain the embrace of the universe;
Surrendering into emptiness,
I find fullness without end.Each condition I flee from pursues me,
Each condition I welcome transforms me
And becomes itself transformed
Into its radiant jewel-like essence.
I bow to the one who has made it so,
Who has crafted this Master Game;
To play it is purest delight;
To honor its form — true devotion.
Source - Jennifer Welwood - Poetry
This is beautiful thanks for sharing. I love it
Today’s Self-Compassion Meditation share
The House of Belonging
by David Whyte
I awoke
this morning
in the gold light
turning this way
and thatthinking for
a moment
it was one
day
like any other.But
the veil had gone
from my
darkened heart
and
I thoughtit must have been the quiet
candlelight
that filled my room,it must have been
the first
easy rhythm
with which I breathed
myself to sleep,it must have been
the prayer I said
speaking to the otherness
of the night.And
I thought
this is the good day
you could
meet your love,this is the gray day
someone close
to you could die.This is the day
you realize
how easily the thread
is broken
between this world
and the nextand I found myself
sitting up
in the quiet pathway
of light,the tawny
close grained cedar
burning round
me like fire
and all the angels of this housely
heaven ascending
through the first
roof of light
the sun has made.This is the bright home
in which I live,
this is where
I ask
my friends
to come,
this is where I want
to love all the things
it has taken me so long
to learn to love.This is the temple
of my adult aloneness
and I belong
to that aloneness
as I belong to my life.There is no house
like the house of belonging.
This is beautiful
Thanks for sharing this Kat it is beautiful . And just what needed to hear. Having a rough day today with grief
There also is this website that helps with developing a mediation practice:
Wildmind Meditation
My share for the day is a wonderful Lofi rain on windows for background music, relaxation, meditation, or sleep.
This is lovely. I love rain sounds.
Listening along to this now. It’s very relaxing
Thank you, Artemisia!
Beautiful thanks for the resource beautiful friend!
Today’s share from the Self Compassion Meditation group
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice—
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do—
determined to save
the only life you could save.
I liked this one right from the title - it’s beautiful!
Thank you for sharing it, @Artemisia