In Fiji where we’re staying for our honeymoon, there’s a secluded hut overlooking a cliff that plunges into the South Pacific below. Its wooden platform is polished by the salt spray and, over the years, the wind has deposited pom-pom tree seeds that now encroach on the little hut. It’s in this setting that I’m continuing my meditation practice.
I’m six weeks in now and calmer than a glassy mountain lake at sunrise.
Hilarious, no? In reality, I’m still me but with more centeredness perhaps. Over time, the practice has become like Russian nesting dolls. One layer of insight encasing another, all leading to a greater understanding of myself at the core. In that way, we can see consciousness as a gift, something to be revealed each day.
Then again, I can’t say it’s always been a pleasurable present to unwrap. Some truths are harder than others and insight doesn’t always come easily. In fact, some days understanding the ins-and-outs of why we do what we do has felt pretty murky. What I can say for sure is that meditation helps me create more space inside myself to sit with that murkiness or to simply enjoy the clarity that arrives in its absence.
Vanuinui vinaka! – Fijian good fortune wish