I am by myself in the seclusion of my small home office. I have just opened my eyes after a short meditation session. Nothing fussy. Just being present in the moment; decluttering my overworked brain. I am feeling good; at peace. Jumbled thoughts had been preventing me from focusing my mind on things that matter. I can now think in a lucid way. The gentle aroma of the scented candle seems to permeate into my bones; into the deepest recesses of my being. I am aware of being part of the world - not just the physical aspect of the world, but also its soul, its essence, its vital force. The passing of a loved one has made me reassess what is truly important in life. Amongst other things, I am striving for inner peace and fortitude, by being mindful of the things that matter. I can feel the reassuring presence of my friends, even from a distance, knowing that I am in their thoughts. The time has come for me to pursue what Paola Coelho calls, in The Alchemist, my personal legend. I realised I have been distracted lately. Life seems to contrive distractions at every corner. Perhaps, I have chosen to be distracted, as a kind of mindless escapism. I hear the words of Amazing Grace playing in the background: “I once was lost, but now am found; was blind but now I see.”
