Yesterday I continued my practice. Was it Day 1 again? Perhaps so. Rather than dwelling on that and all the negatives that it might contain I let it go like the smoke from my incense - which is pretty impressive for my usually obsessive mind. I sat in session and nothing miraculous happened. I just breathed in and out, again and again, until the session concluded with the bell of my timer.
Today I sat again breathing in and out but this time feeling a sense of peace and calm, despite the barking of my dog and being interrupted by it several times. Yet I came back to the moment. Eventually the stillness pervaded my being and I felt something undefinable. I had to remind myself to breathe as what I really wanted to do was just remain motionless so as to try to understand what I was feeling. Presently the feeling turned to something in my mind that looked and felt red. I don't know how else to explain it. I wondered what it could be but commanded myself to stop wondering and just breathe. There was no epiphany but I do believe this color had something to do with my root chakra. (this can be googled if you have no idea what I'm talking about). It was a deep, blood red with some parts of it nearly black. Red the color of rage and roses. It did not feel like either. It felt deep and comforting.
"The result is not the point; it is the effort to improve ourselves that is valuable. There is no end to this practice." ~ Shunryu Suzuki from Zen Mind, Beginner's Mind
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