Jeff - Iām thrilled to connect with you here. I went through a divorce a few years ago. My amazing therapist and your meditations on the Calm app saved my life. They helped me find balance, stillness, inner peace, and a spiritual pathway for the first time in my life. When others ask me how I found my zen, I point them to you. I am forever grateful for your work - thank you so very much for the amazing impact your meditations have had on my life.
Iām glad you go back to BC in September . I know T. Canada you appreciate to. From what I remember your heart is in BC. So glad for you and that wonderful family of yours. Be Well. Be happy.
Another gem from the archives! Thank you Jeffš.
Whenever Iām patient enough to let myself settle with an extended period focused on the rhythm of my breath, I can go into deeper awareness during the rest of the meditation.
And rhythmic dancing can bring its own hypnotic state that seems to override all thoughts.
I did this one this morning during a high wind storm, paying attention to the rhythm of the wind. I labeled it rising and falling. And sometimes it was rising, rising, rising, falling. I appreciated the challenge of it not being a predictable rhythm, except that it always fell. The last part, of dropping the label and just letting the wind move me was filled with ease. Thank you.
Thank you for sharing this. This was a hard one for me. Iāve heard people say a meditation was emotionally hard for them, and that never made sense to me until now. For me, what showed up was grief.
I used to meditate with my dog (lovingly called Puppy-tating), who passed away in March. She was my home base with the rhythm of the breathing, and of my hand petting her. We got another dog recently and weāre still getting to know each other, but he came over and just wanted to sit with me and be petted. That brought up so much.
It felt good to remember her, even if it was sad. Thank you for giving me that.
When Iām on a hard hike (which is most of them these days), I tend to breathe in with every two steps, breathe out with two steps. No talking, just breathing and walking. No wonder I find hiking to be restorative. Thank you!
Happy packing (is that even a real concept? š) and safe travels back to TO! Please hug my city for me! So cool you guys are back in Sept!
Jeff - Iām thrilled to connect with you here. I went through a divorce a few years ago. My amazing therapist and your meditations on the Calm app saved my life. They helped me find balance, stillness, inner peace, and a spiritual pathway for the first time in my life. When others ask me how I found my zen, I point them to you. I am forever grateful for your work - thank you so very much for the amazing impact your meditations have had on my life.
I love anything you write Jeff.
Iām glad you go back to BC in September . I know T. Canada you appreciate to. From what I remember your heart is in BC. So glad for you and that wonderful family of yours. Be Well. Be happy.
May you live a life of ease.
Rhythm is a dancer
Spoken like a true part-time model!
I keep my normal job
Another gem from the archives! Thank you Jeffš.
Whenever Iām patient enough to let myself settle with an extended period focused on the rhythm of my breath, I can go into deeper awareness during the rest of the meditation.
And rhythmic dancing can bring its own hypnotic state that seems to override all thoughts.
I am with you, Tamar.
Loved this!
Well done, Jeff. š„°š
This is a favorite of mine.
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I did this one this morning during a high wind storm, paying attention to the rhythm of the wind. I labeled it rising and falling. And sometimes it was rising, rising, rising, falling. I appreciated the challenge of it not being a predictable rhythm, except that it always fell. The last part, of dropping the label and just letting the wind move me was filled with ease. Thank you.
THIS! This meditation really worked for me. Seeing the waves in the mindās eyeā¦perfection.
Thank you for sharing this. This was a hard one for me. Iāve heard people say a meditation was emotionally hard for them, and that never made sense to me until now. For me, what showed up was grief.
I used to meditate with my dog (lovingly called Puppy-tating), who passed away in March. She was my home base with the rhythm of the breathing, and of my hand petting her. We got another dog recently and weāre still getting to know each other, but he came over and just wanted to sit with me and be petted. That brought up so much.
It felt good to remember her, even if it was sad. Thank you for giving me that.
When Iām on a hard hike (which is most of them these days), I tend to breathe in with every two steps, breathe out with two steps. No talking, just breathing and walking. No wonder I find hiking to be restorative. Thank you!