As I age, I find myself moving inward more and more: reflecting on my life; reflecting on loss and death; and seeking to simply be more quiet.
A close friend gave me a beautiful book of meditations that I’ve found useful in achieving that quiet.* You might record these words to play as you close your eyes to focus on your breath in order to do this meditation.
softly, gently, air enters the body.
For a moment we are expanded,
somehow made more.
Then the air leaves us.
The sound of its leaving
is like the swish of a skirt,
or the distant breaking of a wave.
There is no one who can feel this for us.
Only we can feel the rich gift of it.
No one can live this moment,
or any moment for us.
It is ours alone.
Yet we are not alone.
Every moment Life is there,
infusing us with the
radiant risk and splendor of being.
It is breathtaking.
*Gunilla Norris, Simple Ways Toward the Sacred.