It’s been a difficult day. After making some hard decisions, I sit down to meditate. Earlier today, I read the 4th exercise in the book — the Temple Mirror.
I settle onto the back porch in a recliner and try to tune in. I like meditating outside because the sunlight brightens my eyelids and I see colors. No door today. Instead, I tap into the bioluminescent tall grassy field with all it’s energy swishing back and forth, and then the white pool deck appears, and just beyond a temple rises like before, but today in the shape of Chichén Itzá, from the Mayan ruins we experienced together on Mexico’s Yucatán Peninsula many years ago.
This mirror is supposed to reflect our spirit’s wholeness, and inspire us to become that greatness. The author suggests we may see previous or future versions of ourselves in the mirror. When I look into the mirror, I see the girl with two big eyes in the blue dress. When I was a child, two of Margaret Keane’s “Big Eyes” paintings hung in my hallway, the boy with the poodle and the girl in the alley way. These paintings exude beauty and melancholy, perhaps a reflection of my mood. Or maybe, I was that peasant girl in another lifetime.
I am hearing lyrics from you again– the start of a poem you wrote many years ago.
It would be beautiful Marie, beautiful if you could see, but that is something I cannot say. It would be beautiful Marie, Marigolds hung from trees.