We can’t seek the deepest rest. We can relax the activity that obstructs our contact with it.
Several years ago, I suffered a heart attack resulting in a triple bypass surgery and many months of recovery.
One morning, my old friend Martha and I were sitting meditation. (Well, she was sitting and I was lying down). She ended the practice with a lovely ritual that she teaches to men at San Quentin prison. She invited me to place my right hand on my heart and our left on my belly, repeating the phrases, “I am here now. We are here now.”
Here and now is the only place of rest.
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