We continue with week 11 in the final 100 days of the year of becoming fully alive. We’re almost through to the other side! Of what? No one knows… (Anyone who claims they do is trying to sell you something.)
This week’s meditation softens our animal body into the embrace of gravity.
Gravity craves nothing and yet gets such different reactions from we meat babies who live on a planet inarguably possessed of it. I used to find gravity threatening or insistent somehow. It could do me no good, my Granny cautioned. I could only break bones when falling from trees and such. She feared I might get a hernia from carrying my favorite heavy prize of the supermarket – giant ripe watermelons. (Jeesh.)
Some part of me felt gravity was getting in my way and slowing me down even, but in truth, gravity isn’t the source of inertia. That’s not the same property at all. Even weightless objects floating in space have inertia. Don’t blame gravity for your impatience.
Let Mama Gaia give you a nice hug. Even the person you find most reprehensible gets this hug. Even if you were in solitary confinement, you could still console yourself with mama by surrendering your body in this way.
You can’t earn this hug of gravity, and you most likely can’t be deprived of it as long as you live. So… you might as well enjoy it.