Saturday, March 30, 2013
I really felt the effects of this morning's meditation, and when the soft bell rang to stop repeating the mantra and open my eyes, they opened to see three generations of art.
I meditate different places different days, but in my multi-purpose room I have hanging a water color that my grandmother painted, a poem that my mother wrote, and a crayon drawing that I did myself a few years back. It was so apropos that on a day the meditation was on agelessness, these works of art would greet my return from the meditation.
I pondered whether my grandmother and mother, both of whom are deceased would know how much their art still touches me. And I have to feel that they somehow know they lived life well, and left bits of themselves for others... they touched the world and somehow made it better.
May all our lives do the same... leave something that makes the world a little better, in how we interact and bless one another.