Monday, November 14, 2005

Of meditation (from Juana la Cubana)

I have built a tiny chapel in the woods. A quiet place to meditate.

I face the east and pray. Noone interupts me. I sit and meditate. Noone cares because their plans are interupted by my insistance on spending time with God. At some point in my life I became blind to consequences. I chose to ignore obvious outcomes of my decisions. I suffered for it later. Here I purge that suffering.

I have built my chapel on the side of the sleeping volcano, but only a few paces up. I have yet to explore the top of this mountain. Perhaps some day I will fly with the birds up there?

A few minutes restores me, refreshes me. I must go more often.