‘How are you, Mr. Poetin, are you happy?’ Bij het lezen van het artikel in de Verdieping van Trouw over de combinatie tussen het Kremlijn en de Oligarchen moest ik daaraan denken. Het gaat niet zo goed met me. Ik weet dat MS daar vaak toe leidt en (nog) niet te genezen is. Daarom bedacht […]
I’ve just meditated. I’ve done the mountain meditation. It is very powerful.
A mountain has a profound basis
It has a top reaching the sky. It is very solid. And it already was like this for many years. Try to imagine it. It is beautiful, it is always the same, except for, for example, snow in winter, colors of the falling leafs in fall, sunnny summer and flowers in spring. The mountain stays the same. Sometimes it is covered with snow, surrounded by rain or storms. At daytime it is lyings in the sunlight, in the night it is surrounded by the moon. The mountain is always there, in all seasons all the time.
There are things equal between me and the mountain
Like the mountain, I have light and dark moments. I have good and bad times. I can imagine to be as solid as a mountain with my head reaching the top, the sky, like a mountain. The sky is as a huge pillow that protects me.
I used to climb. I loved to do it. Now, being ill, I can’t climb anymore, for years. But I think that also if you wouldn’t like climbing, imagining a mountain, even imagining being a mountain must be possible for you. I like imagining to be a mountain. It helps me to feel as solid as a mountain, for better and for worse. Try to do and enjoy it!