I was looking to write a short story, that was fun and light and revolved around a Caribbean upbringing, which is still to come at some point in the near future. I am also in Yoga Teacher Training and part of the meditation syllabus is to have a daily meditation practice. To aid my story, I decided to meditate to recover memories from a day in my childhood. I sank into a seated posture, I prepped my physical space to begin meditating. I closed my eyes, deep breath in, deep long breath out. I am scanning my memory bank in a brand new experience, I haven’t tried this before. I am struggling. I am recalling repetitive activities, but a full day is not coming to mind. I see a few images of myself, as if I am the observer. I see the day some of my hair was burnt because I was sitting on the structure that my grandpa’s ashes were stored in. It was a concrete block with an urn in the center, it was tiled on the top and every afternoon at sunset or before, m...
"Whenever we make an important decision, often the universe will energetically support us." -Nicolai Bachman (The Path of the Yoga Sutras)