Realize Thyself 1

...somewhere between 2004 and 2006, somewhere between a poem and a straight forward bend, somewhere between a cup of coffee and a cup o chamomile tea... It goes deeper than the body. I had to creadle my mind like a baby, pregnant with new thoughts, and gave birth to some new ways of being. I improved in certain areas and in other areas, I don't even want to say. Some times, it be that way. However, the journey of healing is an inside job. When I woke up at home after a surgery to remove my let ovary with a slowly opening cyst that grew too fast, I was resting in my recliner and watching a videotape of old Martin sitcom episodes. I had an idea. I remembered my journal I purchased before the surgery. Meditate, I thought. I did for a little while, even with with the television on. It's a spiritual practice I started a couple of years prior to this surgery. I had taken two courses built upon the science of Kriya Yoga as taught by Paramhansa Yogananda: Lessons in Meditation and The Art and Science of Raja Yoga. I motivated myself to meditate with and without distractions to help myself deal with real life. After meditation, I began to write in my journal I grabbed from the white wicker coffee table. Words, phrases, complete sentences, and paragraphs filled several pages. Only some of it was related -- connected like a puzzle, but its own picture just the same. I think it's called synchronicity; an essential part of Divinity's game.