Day 20 – grounding to the centre of the earth

Waking up hungry in a luxurious hotel like the Intercontinental is slightly distracting from meditative ambitions. After breakfast, I think. After all, the drawn curtains tricked me into believing it was still night time until 9am. How good is sleeping in, by the way? I had forgotten. Anyway, birthdays are for sleeping and eating and enjoying. Even if the birthday isn’t mine. (we share everything now. Especially cake.)

After breakfast, I am too full to even sit up, so I watch CNN. Now my brain and my stomach is full. But this is why grounding meditation is so important. When we are not grounded, we find ourselves becoming emotional, easily upset and unable to deal with every day life issues. We may feel disconnected to reality, to the earth and a little bit “off with the fairies”, flighty or frazzled. This may be especially prevalent after flying, hence my focus on grounding meditations during this week of travel. Some research online led me to the blog of Curt Remington, who also writes about meditation and has detailed a very common grounding meditation. http://www.curtremington.com/MeditationHealing/GroundingMeditation.html

After a shower, we go down to the pool of the hotel and I find a shady spot beneath a tree on some grass. I make stack up some pebbles in front me, in an attempt to focus my attention before I meditate. If you can avoid the frustration and not start to think of it as a really difficult version of jenga, then this could be its own meditation technique. Kuala Lumpur is a big city with really tall buildings and is a true example of the word progress. I can hear the construction of a sky rise across the road and the constant buzz of traffic. I allow my attention to notice these sounds, then focus on the sounds in my immediate area. I find that this attention on noise is absolutely essential in a really loud area in order to delve deeper into a meditative state.

As I close my eyes, I bring my awareness to the root chakra, sitting at the base of the spine and I breathe into that space. After a few breaths, as I start to feel centred, I bring my awareness to a cord of energy. As Remington suggests, this cord can take any form such as a rope, a cable, chain or thread. I imagine it like a translucent fibre optic cord. I have no idea why, being the nature freak that I am I would usually pick something less… industrial, but I am in Kuala Lumpur, after all. This cord extends from the crown of my head, down through my chakras, along my spine, through the grass, the dirt, the concrete that I am sure exists beneath me, the mud and crust of earth, down through history, to earth that was once walked on by villagers and ancient creatures long extinct. The cord keeps travelling deeper, into the molten centre of the earth, down to its unknown core. I imagine myself like a boat on the surface of the water, this cord like my anchor into the core, holding me steady on the surface. Instead of feeling like I am floating, though, I feel solid and stable. I imagine the breath travelling up and down this cord. After all, meditation always comes down to the breath.

About half an hour later, as I finally come back to the physical space, taking in the sounds and chanting one Om Ganesha in silence, I feel the gentle breeze. After meditation, even a breeze feels nicer. I stand up and my foot is numb again. It is always the right foot, for some reason. There is a bowl of fruit ready for me, (not that I need more food) that includes tropical Dragon Fruit and various melons. Eating fruit with sincere reverence is still an enjoyable addition to meditation. Like a small treat for the soul. I wonder if chocolate could also substitute?

My thoughts of chocolate are interrupted by an ad for a special report by CNN about child slavery in chocolate. Ok, universe, so you are clearly saying NO to my question, aren’t you? Right. Here is the link to the story that I feel has come along as an important message to the world.

http://thecnnfreedomproject.blogs.cnn.com/2012/01/19/child-s

These children have been harvesting cocoa for chocolate they will never eat, when all they want to do is go to school. Buy free-trade organic chocolate.

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