Arrange your meditative
space for your comfort. Focus on the photograph or pick up your favorite
crystal or stone and hold it in your hand. Take a deep breath and begin relaxed
belly breathing.
Each of us has our own inner
glow that we create day by day. Much like a geode our hard outer shell is
formed first. As the world seeps into our hollow geode, our inner form, our
inner being begins to take shape. We follow our internal path and discover a
rich variety of crystals. Some are rough and jagged, some polished and worn
smooth like a worry stone, and some fractured and broken. Each holds its own
value. Each holds its own experience. Each holds a key to our unique being.
We follow the winding path
between the crystals to our glowing center and feel the warmth buried deep
within our spirit. Our inner glow begins to spread from our heart out to our
arms, hands, and fingertips. It warms and fills our belly and moves down our
legs, feet, and toes. The warmth rises pinking our cheeks as a golden glow
encircles our head. It rises and falls like a silver fountain until we are gold
and silver shimmering spheres.
We sink deeply into the
warmth of our joyful memories. They glimmer on the facets of each crystal. We
trace them one by one until we come to the one that glows with the warmth of
summer. We listen to forgotten sounds and voices. We absorb the summer scents
of suntan oil, warm sand, and hot charcoal. Our eyes are filled with the bright
colors of beach towels, swimsuits, sand toys, cups, and patterned plates. Baskets
overflow with food.
We feel the warmth of the
sun on our shoulders as we wade ankle deep in the fresh water. We scan the
bottom for sparkling bits of quartz, granite, worn colored glass, and
interesting shells. All of our cares have melted into the warmth of the memory.
We feel a lightness as a warm breeze frees our spirit. We come to a large
granite bolder and sit on the flat warm surface allowing our legs to swing as
our toes dangle in the gently lapping warm water. We reach into our pocket and
pull out the treasure we found.
It is perfectly smooth and
flat, almost oval. It fits in our hand comfortably. We feel the curve and
balance as we toss it lightly into the air. We watch the waves as they begin to
grow and gently roll in one after the other. We get our hand ready to toss the
rock. Our aim is to just kiss the tops of the incoming waves. We shade our eyes
and ready our hand for the next cresting wave. As we swing our arm sideways we
let out wrist snap sending our stone to skip through the tops of one, two,
three waves. It was a perfect skipping stone. Our stone will settle on the lake
bottom to work its way once again toward the shore.
We pack our memories up for
another day carrying the warmth with us we slowly allow ourselves to return to
this place and time.
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