06/08/2026
Nowadays I think of meditation as being WITH. I don’t have a hard and fast practice. I don’t chastise myself into practicing everyday. But I do know sitting down and dropping into a formal mediation practice at least a few times a week keeps me sane. Grounded. In touch.
I feel like when I was younger so many of my spiritual practices took me out of my body and to other dimensions.
But with mothering and age comes the wisdom of the body. Now I drop way more IN to find the wisdom I need.
When I was younger, I would really try to get others to understand how truly beneficial this practice can be. And I’m endlessly thankful for the people who told me they could never meditate comfortably until they were guided by me (still imo one of my biggest flexes 💪🏽 🧘🏽 and greatest gifts).
But now I also don’t waste time trying to get people to do what they theoretically know they should. I can invite. I can remind. I can create super nourishing and welcoming practices through my teachings.
But as I’ve learned by having a child who’s getting older, it’s not about what I say but what I do. How I show up. So I sit and practice, to be with myself.
To be with the hard, the uncomfortable. But just as importantly, to be present with the good, the wondrous, the delightful.
It clears the stuck the adrift, and anchors me into immense presence and gratitude.
And more than ever I feel like we need practices that don’t just acknowledge and clear the junk, but help our hearts feel full of hope.
Instead of pushing against, pushing through, may this be a reminder to us all to simple be with. And see what happens when we unfold and allow to simply be.
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(Sneaking in a quick mediation post walk before interning and seeing clients, the sunny patio was too good to pass up, even after a bad night’s sleep, work waiting for me, and my sneakers still on).
