What if there is a piece of heaven planted inside each of us?
Close your eyes, for just a minute, and you might believe it’s true.
A place of peace, wonder, abundance, and acceptance that small children seem to inhabit every day. Are there forces that, like an electric fence, keep us adults on the outside looking in.
Surely, many have lost the access to this special place by being caught up in the worries and woes of adult living. Others, though seemingly happy on the surface, are like hamsters on a treadmill, consumed by the hecticity of modern life.
Millions more, like me, are wired with minds that could best be likened to a strobe light on steroids…flashing here and there and everywhere. Just ask my wife.
Years ago, the word Amen came to me.
I wondered if it could be helpful to say it as Ahhhhmen where a breath of four counts inhaling ‘Ahhhh’ was exceeded by five counts of ‘men’ exhalation. Maybe by slowly stringing together fifty of these breaths, I’d be transported to that place where the kids reside.
So, I closed my eyes to give it a try. A little whisper of a voice was dragging out the Ahhhhmen in my head. Invariably, six or seven breaths would be the max before the strobe intruded and that pesky fence said…’no piece of heaven for you, Mr. Hecticity.’
Today, while trying this breath routine, the word ‘accept’ came to me.
I guess it’s wise to accept that six or seven breaths is reality right now…that it will take daily dedication to get to fifty and that piece of heaven. I’m reminded that it won’t be achieved…it won’t be conquered like a Type A who dominates the situation.
It’s much less than that…the less being the acceptance and the willingness to go with the flow until the strobe is stilled.
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