Meditation was key to the greater acceptance of my humanness by joining my mind, body and spirit to this truth: Here I am on Earth. Now what? Haven’t I been contemplating this all of my life? Don’t we all? Was the very question also the answer?

If I am a mere drop in the ocean, I will adhere to the other drops so we can become a great body of water. This is where I understood service to others, I gained self-respect, I became self-love and started to address my unending desires, incessant grasping and pathetic indifference that caused me no end of self-afflicted torture and delivered no respite from my circular, chaotic thoughts.

There is vitality to meditation that makes it a paradox. Who knew that sitting quietly, going within your layers of reflecting mirrors or doing something monotonous while being mindful and just paying attention, could bring such rewarding energy, such compassion and such clarity?

In the realm of my wide and wonderful imagination, I found the soul’s infinite echo.

As I explore my inner sanctum, I thrive, improve and succeed with a flourish. As I respond after pausing with respect, it naturally follows that I organically behave better and healthier on the outside. As I choose silence over burden or injury, I become the person I have always wanted to be. And, as I become ‘one with’, I fill my destiny with joy.

And so it is.

“Only when we are no longer afraid do we begin to live in every experience, painful or joyous, to live in gratitude for every moment, to live abundantly.” – Dorothy Thompson