Meditation Sets the Table
Meditation isn’t the meal.
It’s setting the table.
You straighten the chairs.
Light the candles.
Put out the plates, silverware, glasses, napkins.
You create a space that can receive.
And somewhere in the kitchen…
life is cooking.
The day comes out course by course:
joy,
sadness,
beauty,
rage,
laughter,
loss,
surprise,
delight,
grief,
cats,
music,
friends,
sunrise,
traffic,
heartbreak,
miracles.
The table gets messy. That’s not failure. That’s the dinner.
Meditation was never meant to make you feel peaceful all the time.
It was meant to help you stop resisting the meal as it arrives.
And if you stay open… you may discover that incarnation itself is the feast.