So I Started Meditating...

I don't know why I started meditating. I'd never thought much of it, never thought I needed it, didn't really see any point. Something changed, but I can't recall what. All I know is I've always said that I'm the luckiest person there is (I am, by my personal definition) and beginning to meditate just further promotes that idea for me. I want to know what I am. I want to know what all this is around me. I want to remember. I feel there was a chunk of something missing.

So I laid down on the floor when no one was around to disturb me and I closed my eyes. Note: do not attempt this when you are sleepy, you will fall asleep. It's happened, but I take naps as a win, so....

Clearing my mind was great and I decided to build myself a room. A place inside my mind for me. It has in the middle a super comfy, velvet daybed in the center. The walls are all brick, the floor is hewn stone (hello 3 little pigs, no twigs or straw for me) covered with a thick, jewel toned wool rug that feels wonderful when I wiggle my toes. I have a fireplace with a crackling fire, a lovely monstera plant and an uncut, clear crystal fishbowl with just water, no fish.

I started with a nice little Koi fish, but he started to creep me out, like he was watching me, so now it is just beautifully clear water.

There is a door. I use the door to go out. It is a thick, wooden door, painted a glossy black with a burnished gold handle. When I open or close it, the latch makes a satisfying "click" sound.

Super cozy. All mine. Day 1 meditating. I opened my eyes and 50 minutes has passed like nothing.

Do you have a place in your mind too? I'd love to hear about it.