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Inside Betty's Head

Musings from a budding writer, mother of three sons, single mom, anecdotes from dating in her forties and fifties. Who'd a thunk so little would have changed? She pays her mortgage by owning an all female accounting firm, with fully functioning capability of both sides of their brains. The opinions expressed here are of the writer's only and do not purport to be statements of fact regarding actual events.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Acceptance

It's afternoon already, three hours after I opened my eyes from my visit with the universe. Phone calls, and hunger, and text messages and emails and Academy Award nominations got in the way of doing what I had set an intention to do, which was to write about my morning meditation. Much of what I saw is lost, now, but I do remember this: I remember the peacefulness with which I opened my eyes twenty minutes after I closed them. I remember the calm in my heart, the joy of being, the tremendous sense that all was right in my world.

For the first time, in my meditation, I allowed myself to be taken somewhere else. I asked about my guides, which I have never even inquired about although Psychic Gal assures me that I have them and they are with me all the time. Someone I couldn't see took me flying above a dense green forest and over a winding river. We were not gone long, just long enough for me to get a taste of what she was talking about. I may ask again.

I had sexual thoughts, as I am wont to do when I get a text from a certain someone, inquiring into the possibility of sharing a meal together. At first, I chided myself. Tsk, tsk, Ms. Betty. Then I thought, why not. Why not enjoy those beautiful thoughts, and the beautiful man that inspires them. So I did, with my eyes closed and a smile on my face. Just thoughts, mind you, but I enjoyed them.

Take those thoughts, add the spicy blue dot that I seek every morning that makes my body tingle, and as you can imagine, meditation in the morning reminds me how very sensual my psyche is. I accept that about myself. I more than accept, I embrace and applaud that part of me.

My method of meditation is to invite silence, to listen to my breathing, to pay extra attention to my environment, to center myself inside. Thoughts come and I let them go. I don't try to push them away, nor pull them in. I let them flow. I enjoy them. And then I direct my attention back to my breathing, to the pulsing blue dot, to the sensations of all of my other senses.

Even the sexual thoughts are calming and peaceful.

I'm not so hormonal today.

I accept that part of my life, too.

I accept it, I love it, I embrace it, I let it go.

Like so many people in my life.

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