May 20, 2013
My meditation practice is key to managing my fear. A few weeks before learning of Mick’s diagnosis I’d been blogging about the strength of spirit I’d been feeling but wondered if that strength would hold up when tested. I mean, meditation is great in theory. But does it work when the shit really hits the fan? I soon learned the answer. YES.
The more I learn about life and energy through Buddhist philosophy, the more deeply I understand and appreciate other religions. I’m reading A Course In Miracles and finding it to be a great companion to my Bu-curious ways, examining mindfulness, fear, and delusion. The book has more fluoro sticky tags than any other in my well-highlighted library. “You are much too tolerant of mind wandering,” says this Christian text that continues, “No one who lives in fear is really alive.”
Meditation yields acceptance. Acceptance yields trust. Trust yields fearlessness. When we are fearless, we are confident that everything will happen exactly as it should and we are okay. When we are quiet in meditation, we open ourselves up to spirit’s guidance and can then confidently take inspired action.
I allow this notion to sit front row in my prefrontal cortex, so when fear begins to creep in, I comfortably acknowledge it then meditate through it. But for me meditation isn’t all good posture and spiritual brain dumps. Through non-doing I clearly see all of things that I need to get done.
1. I need to be caring for my husband and offering him affection. This, admittedly, is very hard for me as I am not a warm and fuzzy wife-type. If I’m being painfully honest, I can be a little cold to my husband. I blame this on my parents’ divorce when I was 11. There, I said it.
2. I need to be working on building a career. If the worst happens, I will have no income to support my family and I haven’t earned money consistently in a dozen or so years. Time to put that journalism degree to work.
3. I need to spend free time with my kids and let go of social events. Socializing when my husband is home sick is not so great. It’s okay to pass on parties. There will be fun times when all this is over and right now no one needs me more than my family.
May 23, 2013
Mick’s hair is everywhere. I can’t keep up with the friggin shedding.
“Shave it,” I plead.
“I’ll do it in the Caribbean,” he promises.
We are supposed to be leaving on a trip to the BVIs and he is planning a ceremonial raze on the beach. Unfortunately he’s got a 102 fever and it looks like he’s not going anywhere anytime soon. Sucks. This sucks. Meditate on that.