One of my Christmas gifts from my spouse this past year was a compact book titled There is No Right Way to Meditate – it’s filled with art and writing by the author Yuri Sakugawa, printed on smooth heavyweight paper, and just generally a pleasure to hold, read, study, and page-turn. This page popped up the last time I had it open. I just went to open it again, still on this page, and decided I just need to sit with this one for awhile longer because its almost exactly what I mean when I think about my stated ‘theme‘ for this year.
Those little black and blue squiggles at the bottom are really what my brain feels like sometimes – so much, too much distracting me and sucking energy away from the things I’d rather put the last few (hopefully) decades of my life toward. Sigh.