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We all have ups and downs, some more than others. To some, it's no secret that I've struggled with depression for years and I know that there are countless of you out there who are in the very same boat. One very helpful thing I've discovered is meditation. Meditation is not superficial. It's actually very useful for giving oneself the strength to look inside, to consider and to realize. Realization is, in my opinion, the first step to fixing what's broken. Meditation can be a powerful, helpful tool if only given the chance.
When I meditate, I have a very specific place I go to so that I can quiet my mind and heart. We often do our best thinking when we are feeling top notch and comfortable, don't we? But when I say that I have a specific place I go to, I don't mean physically. I don't mean a room in my house or some place I can visit in person. I mean mentally, spiritually. It's the same thing we do when we think about our roleplay posts. We envision the scene - the setting, the atmosphere, the dialogue. We thrust our minds right into the middle of it, so that we can better understand what needs to be written. This is how I meditate. I immerse myself in this setting deep in my mind.
Now, my meditation "setting" is a collection of my favorite things regarding the five senses. For me, it's the smell of books, sparkling sunlight, a warm breeze, the sound of lazy water, and the taste of sweet watermelon.
My challenge to you today is to write a ROLEPLAY STYLE description of your very own meditation "setting". Take a look at what appeals to your sense of: touch, sight, hearing, taste, and smell. Gather all of those ingredients and make a beautiful soup with them.
Your post can be as short or as long as you'd like and can include as many or as little of the senses as you want. Freeform, baby. I'm down with that. Write what's comfortable for you, but be honest about what soothes your soul.
Example:
When I meditate, I have a very specific place I go to so that I can quiet my mind and heart. We often do our best thinking when we are feeling top notch and comfortable, don't we? But when I say that I have a specific place I go to, I don't mean physically. I don't mean a room in my house or some place I can visit in person. I mean mentally, spiritually. It's the same thing we do when we think about our roleplay posts. We envision the scene - the setting, the atmosphere, the dialogue. We thrust our minds right into the middle of it, so that we can better understand what needs to be written. This is how I meditate. I immerse myself in this setting deep in my mind.
Now, my meditation "setting" is a collection of my favorite things regarding the five senses. For me, it's the smell of books, sparkling sunlight, a warm breeze, the sound of lazy water, and the taste of sweet watermelon.
My challenge to you today is to write a ROLEPLAY STYLE description of your very own meditation "setting". Take a look at what appeals to your sense of: touch, sight, hearing, taste, and smell. Gather all of those ingredients and make a beautiful soup with them.
Your post can be as short or as long as you'd like and can include as many or as little of the senses as you want. Freeform, baby. I'm down with that. Write what's comfortable for you, but be honest about what soothes your soul.
Example:
Tingling.
That's what my skin always does when the shimmering beams of sunlight lay gentle fingers of warmth upon me. This whole place is filled with it because in my opinion nothing is better than afternoon sunlight for reading.
I love books. That much is obvious from the curving shelves of woven birch and cherrywood that rise and fall along the very edges of my little emerald grass island like the tiny arches of a wire garden fence. There are many books upon these natural shelves and they often seem to glow wherever the sunlight sneaks between the tangled branch backings. And the smell... Oh the smell of leather covers and old paper is soothing to me. It floats on the gentle breeze and envelopes me in an invisible blanket of comfort and familiarity.
My island is small and perfectly round. The lush grass carpet leads straight to the edge of the lazily drifting pool, dipping below the crystal clear waters with their subtle tints of blue and grey and snuggling right up to the mossy rocks some five feet down that sit half burrowed into murky brown sand. The sunlight always seems to come in beams, as though peaking through the gaps of large thunder clouds and always a beam points straight down to fill my island with glimmer and light. There are a few other beams spread haphazardly around the pond, making the water shine like a pile of polished diamonds.
There is no wildlife on my island, for it is only twenty feet by twenty feet, nor is there life in the water in the form of fish or the like. This place is silent, save for the ever so often flip of a page or a sweet lullaby hum of the breeze. But like the grass and the moss, there is much plant life. Water lilies and their dry land cousins. And of course the watermelon that grow on either side of a cherrywood Elven arching doorway.
In front of this doorway, stepping stones lead from the island, but where they lead to, I know not. When I am here, I never feel the need to leave or to venture away from these things I love most.
This is my haven. This is my spiritual setting.
That's what my skin always does when the shimmering beams of sunlight lay gentle fingers of warmth upon me. This whole place is filled with it because in my opinion nothing is better than afternoon sunlight for reading.
I love books. That much is obvious from the curving shelves of woven birch and cherrywood that rise and fall along the very edges of my little emerald grass island like the tiny arches of a wire garden fence. There are many books upon these natural shelves and they often seem to glow wherever the sunlight sneaks between the tangled branch backings. And the smell... Oh the smell of leather covers and old paper is soothing to me. It floats on the gentle breeze and envelopes me in an invisible blanket of comfort and familiarity.
My island is small and perfectly round. The lush grass carpet leads straight to the edge of the lazily drifting pool, dipping below the crystal clear waters with their subtle tints of blue and grey and snuggling right up to the mossy rocks some five feet down that sit half burrowed into murky brown sand. The sunlight always seems to come in beams, as though peaking through the gaps of large thunder clouds and always a beam points straight down to fill my island with glimmer and light. There are a few other beams spread haphazardly around the pond, making the water shine like a pile of polished diamonds.
There is no wildlife on my island, for it is only twenty feet by twenty feet, nor is there life in the water in the form of fish or the like. This place is silent, save for the ever so often flip of a page or a sweet lullaby hum of the breeze. But like the grass and the moss, there is much plant life. Water lilies and their dry land cousins. And of course the watermelon that grow on either side of a cherrywood Elven arching doorway.
In front of this doorway, stepping stones lead from the island, but where they lead to, I know not. When I am here, I never feel the need to leave or to venture away from these things I love most.
This is my haven. This is my spiritual setting.
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