Last Nights Rum, Tits and The Tower
Since I was sitting with my eyes closed I did a visualisation of picking a card just to try it.I picked ‘The Tower’.
New Year’s Hush and Chill – Grist to the Mill
with my eyes closed being distracted then returning to my breathing – All grist to the mill.
The Ghost of Christmas Past and Living in Shadow
..it was odd how I noticed the pain in my mind rather than just feeling it.
Drifting out to Sea Freezing in the Garden
As I hung onto the rythme of my breathing I couldn’t help likening it to the waves on a seashore…
Meditating for the first time Every time
He went back down the drive the way he had come looking back, visibly spooked.
Tapping into your Inner Fire would come in handy now in the freezing Emerald.
…my reckless approach had sometimes bourne surprising results.
Learning Meditation one Tweet at a Time
…learning meditation was more like picking a lock rather that just hammering the long moments out time after time.
A Lovely Noir morn with Pandora’s Box
They only believe in what they can prove which imparts a massive flaw in understanding..
A Pentacle Revisited and Synesthesia in a Marvellous Susserus
then I realised I was already watching the leaves but with my eyes closed
