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| dark skinned woman meditating upon ... |
“The
difficulty of my childhood was not because it was harsh, and my home and
parents were mean or cruel to me. My childhood was fun. It was magical and full
of stories and adventures and movement and plots and friends and love and food.
It was the assumptions of adulthood that interfered with the bliss of my
childhood. To stop the rage, the insanity of the rush of adulthood I had to
pause, as a child in my childhood, one day, and sit very still by myself and
breath. I breathed in and out every story and moment I lived. One afternoon I
decided to hold on to the magic and the mysterious explorations of my childhood
in a very conscious way.
I would not
learn the names of my food. I would continue to see and talk to the invisible
man I could see and sense with me all of the time. I would eat and dress
simply, and maintain the sensation of Earth living beneath and within me, and
the dialogues with the dirt beneath my bare feet would continue. I would
continue to wander, to explore what vibrated within me and around me in
whatever country, or land I found myself alive! I would grow my hair long. I
would dream and listen to the music that lived within me, and never ceased to
play music from the celestial and terrestial worlds.
The words,
"Our essential nature is boundless consciousness. We are rooted in it when
the mind focuses and settles." from Yoga Sutras stirred these
recollections, and focused me upon the revelation my first son gave me when he
was born thirty years ago. Lemuel’s birth gave my spirit many words, many
thoughts to have as my own. My life shifted when the boy was born. The day of
and the days after the words, ‘Mediate upon the peace of growth’ came alive
within my spirit, and for my mind; it became a mantra forever committed to
shifting my energies towards a new way of being a man, a father, and later an
older man who had lived long enough to see the next generation of my
bloodlines.” © Gregory E. Woods
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