By Kate Solovieva
- Departure, leaving
- Sailing of a boat
Within a couple of days of finding out about my impending miscarriage, I stop meditating. Not consciously, not on purpose. Yet… the first thing I do in the morning is no longer the five or ten minute session of just being, just sitting there. Instead, I go back to my default bad habits – pick up my cell phone, scroll through social media feeds, be entertained, be distracted.
Avoid, avoid, avoid.
Is it so unreasonable to NOT want to sit in these feelings?
Forgive me, if I do not want to focus on this right now. It sucks plenty, even without sitting and focusing on how much it sucks.
And so meditation falls by the wayside, and with it, morning reading, and with it, morning writing. My journal goes unused week after week.
For someone who does not like emotions, being told to sit with them is not unlike being told to sit in a swimming pool slowly filling with water.
“Relax!”, you are told, as the water is creeping up your ribs, and squeezing your chest.
“Sit with it”, as the water is filling up your ears, and mouth. Continue Reading…