Meditation

Imagine you’re high on something nature born with the window open to the thick, friendly air that accompanies Florida rain. Let the window suck you in like a portal between realms. Can you feel the sweet caress of the wind on your face as droplets thump onto the sill with a sigh? Go through the window and into this other world where the colors are more vibrant. Hear the hues as they sing to you; reds, greens, greys, and blues join the chorus now! Can you feel the vibration of even the smallest life? The bees, bursting with nectar, buzz by emitting only love here. Go into this other world where the birds are always chirping and the sun waves at you with delight. Witness this warmth. Sit in it. 

Approach the portal with a ritual: a holey shirt, a candle performing its final act, an aged playlist that hums to your heart. Allow the overlapping origami folds of your life to align, for the creases left behind in the paper exist all at once- you are 12, 16, 20, 24. Here and now. You thought you were inching away from these selves, but really, they were resting inside a Russian nesting doll- waiting for you.   

Soak in the simplistic beauty of this world but when you return home remember how peace felt while it wrapped itself around your skin. Inhale until the pressure poking against your ribs demands release. Give in, but oh so slowly, until the present dizzily overtakes your vision. You’ll float, weightless, high on what exists only inside of you.   

Do you understand now, how you must call upon the portal to paradise?