It’s been a while since I’ve posted a Sunday Sermon, wellness friends.
But this morning, I sat on my meditation cushion, feeling sad over so many things—-Paris, the suffering in the world, my friend who has a day ahead of her no mother should ever have to face, and selfishly—all the heartfelt struggles in my own life.
I felt overwhelmed. Yet, surprisingly resolute to FEEL what I was feeling.
I remembered I read somewhere to put your hand over your heart and feel it beating. I did. An image of my hand, softly cradling a small bird came to my mind.
Tears welled up right behind it, even though I wasn’t sure if you’re allowed to cry when you meditate.
And then I remembered a beautiful piece of wellness advice I heard one time from an expert on these things—-she said:
“Cry when you need to. Stop when you’re done. Feel good now.”
So, I did. And she was right. Just beyond the tears, there was a sliver of wellness. Not much, but enough to get me to the next moment . . . and even the next.
I finished my session with one of my favorite wellness games. Try playing it when your heart feels heavy and the door to wellness feels shut tight as a drum. Pick a book—-I chose Pema, of course. Open it to a random page and begin reading. Trust you will find it there—-your way back in.
Today did not disappoint. Pema said:
I even made a little wellness card, and added it to the collection I keep near my desk. Simple life-saving reminders for tough times.
When life gets complicated, simple always works for me. Maybe it will for you too.
What works for you when life gets complicated? I’d love to know.
Feel Good. Be Well. Meg
About my Sunday Sermon: Sunday Sermon is a tribute to my beautiful 87 year old mom, who was teaching me about wellness before the word was part of our daily lexicon. She used to give me long “lectures” on life–as only a mother can do–while we shared breakfast at Harry’s Luncheonette in Princeton. When she was finished talking, I’d often laugh and say, “Thanks for the sermon, mom. Does that mean I don’t have to go to church on Sunday?” When I stumble on a wellness thought and take the time to write about it for fun and personal insight, it makes me think of those good times.