I sat down today to update my meditation journal and realized… it’s DONE. Five months have come and gone since I (re)restarted the silly thing, and it’s finally finished. Between the false starts and the derailment last summer, the silly thing is over 6,000 words long.
I won’t burden my reviewer with all of it, though. I’m not quite that cruel.
What a relief to have it done—but as many times as I said, “When I’m done, I’m never doing another $*&^ing meditating again!” I now realize that’s just not true. It’s actually come to be a part of my life: I meditate quietly before my altar when I’m too tired to do a ritual; I meditate by regulating my breath in situations of stress; I meditate before each and every ritual with my grove; I meditate because it takes me closer to the deities and spirits I love.
The meditation was much like the Nine Virtues essays. I complained about it, I dragged my feet, I gave up because I felt my work wasn’t good enough, but I kept trying again and, in the end, I did learn something from it.
I’m still going to celebrate this milestone, though.