Spring is indeed sprung. A unique smell is in the air--beautiful and delicious. To someone from north Florida, this is how home smells, especially in the moonlit evening.
How does home smell? Indescribable, yet so familiar.
When we come home to our heart of hearts, the feeling is indescribable. And so familiar. Take a few tries at describing the indescribable. Calm. Peaceful. At ease. Safe. This is one description of love.
Feeling left out is one of my very familiar go-to places. I could give you a hundred examples, similar to Elizabeth's. They are meeting without me. No one told me about.... Everyone else is (or has).... They all seem to know about [something i don't know].
Elizabeth said, that during meditation, she felt the thought from a place of Awareness, and the thought turned into a pleasant vibration. The thought was gone. Gone.
I said, "Well, that gives me hope."
The following morning, i saw HOPE floating among the trees in my yard.
The belief that I am being left out is just a thought. A thought that, if i pay close attention, is a vibration.
Sound is a vibration. You can "hear" sound throughout your body as it vibrates your bones. That vibration can be pleasant. Though roaring motorcycles might be unpleasant. A thought is nothing more than inner hearing; hearing an inner sound with a very weak vibration. But it does vibrate. Use all your mindfulness to notice this.
The thought/belief of being left out dissipates into emptiness.
