I can practice for days, weeks, months and totally lose site of why I’m doing it.

Meditation seems to have an elusive, cumulative effect….  it’s benefits evade me when I seek them, but when I’m not looking, they surround me and hold me gently, keeping me kind, alive and happy.

The peaceful, focused, compassionate, easy, relaxed, naturally joyful state that is relatively consistent within me can’t be tied to any other explanation.

The amazement of how I survived before will never subside.

Sometimes, now, my gratitude is inexpressible.

“To understand the immeasurable, the mind must be extraordinarily quiet, still.”
― Jiddu Krishnamurti

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