8-31 More MacGuyvering, not enough meditating

Land Between the Lakes, Kentucky

There’s times I’ll need to stake down the camper awning when the wind is strong. Sometimes the ground is too hard or rocky to drive stakes into, so what I do is grab a large, heavy rock and use it as an anchor for tying each end of the awning down.

Then I get another large rock and plop it in front of the anchor rock, further holding it in place in stronger winds.

I love doing this MacGuyver thing.

Somewhere along the way (pun intended) I seem to have fallen out of a regular routine of meditating at least twice a day. Not sure how or why — I certainly can’t say that life got in the way.

Goes to show even life-long habits can fall away without constant awareness of ’em.

It might be these long hikes (and drives in between campgrounds) and kayaking are supplanting as a form of meditation. Writing, too.

But it’s not quite the same flavor as a good ole fashioned (some might say boring?) sit-still-for-awhile-and-blank-out meditatons.

These are the deepest kinds where all self falls away. They’re journeys that bring great peace and healing when needed.

If conked out long enough, visions and divine interactions spill forth, expanding the great mystery of the universe (or the void as I call it sometimes).

I’ve found meditating is similar to exercising a muscle — the more often it’s done the easier it is to slip into it.

Meditate more I must¹. It’s essential to my good health and being.