“How will you make a living?” asked my dubious father when I'd told him of my early aspirations to be a writer. It happened in my senior English class. I'd published my first poem, viewed my name in print, and instantly had the bug. I lowered my head into my hands; I didn't know.
Later, when I entered college, I didn't try to scrub out the dream. Instead, I buried it thoroughly by studying and focusing on the medical program I'd enrolled in. Calculus, physics, and biology occupied the spaces where poetry had once been.
While in college, I met my friend Janet who was the spiritual sort. We both liked to share our big (and secret) dreams for the future. And now that our friendship gave me a dose of permission, I started scribbling in my journal again and knew my writing fancy was still alive.
One day at the beginning of the spring semester, Janet announced we needed to check out the meditation class led by her Buddhist religious studies teacher. She'd taken the course as an elective and thought meditation sounded okay to her. Sandra (the professor) promised it would help her find her center. “I'm in,” I told her. And we both signed up.
Janet and I arrived for our guided meditation class with no expectations. We each located a bare spot on the floor, dropped our provided meditation cushions, and waited. Our teacher, Sandra, entered promptly and then guided us to do, well, not much. We were instructed to follow our breath, close our eyes to half-mast, and count slowly in our minds from one to 10 and then back again. After 20 minutes, we were told to stop. That's it.
We dutifully attended class weekly, and it didn't seem like much was changing. But I did recognize I was increasingly peaceful in my heart, my thoughts were on center, and they didn't race anymore.
As the months passed, however, I became acutely aware of my intuition. Janet did, too. And at semester's end, she decided to apply for a Ph.D. program. I leaped, changing majors to study English literature. Academically, Janet and I parted ways then, but we both knew we were on to something.
The dream of becoming a full-time writer didn't happen immediately. After college, I worked for a long while as a bookkeeper. I continued to scribble on the side, though, until my first book realized the light of day. The constants remained the same; I continued meditating, and I kept writing.
When I hit my last decade birthday, I decided it was time to jump into my enterprise. I was already working a few side-hustles, transcription, and article writing for content websites, but when my last “regular” job changed course, I jumped headlong into freelancing full-time.
Meditation was and continues to be the common thread throughout my journey. It stabilizes me when I feel lost or alone or unsure of my next steps. In retrospect, it has always been there for me to count on. Meditation helped to ground me when I lost my Dad, as well. And before he passed, he told me he was proud of me. “You're not like the other sheep,” he said finally. “You don't stick with the pack, and that will take you a long way.”
Well, maybe I didn't become the doctor my father imagined, but I followed my heart and am at peace. That's what he said was his most important life lesson, too.
A Meditation from Spiritual Fitness: The 7-Steps to Living Well.
Use this meditation to draw positive, loving energy toward you: Sitting in a comfortable position, preferably legs crossed and hands folded together, try this simple meditation for 10 to 20 minutes three times each week.
1) Visualize a bright light coming up from the Earth's core and surrounding you with its light and warmth.
2) Imagine this light is connecting the center of the Earth to the sun with you inside of it.
3) Visualize this bright light around you. Imagine you have an energy “brush” and are brushing this area clean of negative energy.
4) Allow the negative energy to fall to the ground, become neutralized, and then become reabsorbed by the light.
5) There are many spaces now that need to be filled in by your positive energy lost in other places. Thus, imagine you have an energy whistle, and when you blow it, it will call your lost energy back to you.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Laura M. Turner, journalist, author and Certified Natural Health Practitioner is the creator of the Body Talk eZine: Nature's Anti-Aging Treasures Website. She invites you to join her "10 Years Younger" Campaign and to learn more about living younger, healing yourself and those you love with quality retail or wholesale Young Living essential oils and essential oil-based products. Visit today and begin a healthier tomorrow.