As often as possible, I like to begin my days with meditation. I often forget and sure as plum don’t always feel like it. But I find when I do it, I’m more focused and clear throughout the day. It’s also another way I commune with the island spirits.
My life is wonderful right now—perfect, even. But today, during meditation, I felt unsettled. I struggled to focus, and when I finally entered that Zen space, I found no peace. I squeezed my eyes tighter and craned my neck as if trying to decipher a single sound in a loud room despite hearing nothing at all. Were the spirits all speaking at once? What did they want to tell me? Why so urgent? I still struggle to hear them clearly; Keala died before teaching me how to really listen. Maybe it wasn’t them. Maybe I forgot to do something. Yeah. Everything’s perfect. What warning could the spirits have for me? It had to be something else. The lint tray. Pretty sure I forgot to clean the lint tray again.
