The art of being with yourself

A generous friend has sent me a book about meditation through the post and the timing is perfect. I have 6 nights without the children and Ben is working for every one of them. I’ve arranged a few things and will work my socks off, but there will still be that tricky late evening quiet time when the doubts begin to rise.

A lovely friend once exclaimed that it’s ironic that I’m so bad at being on my own when I’m such good company. I pick my friends well, don’t I :)

I think lots of us struggle with this tho - we have stuff we fear to be on our own with so we fill our lives with busyness, with noise of some sort – TV or radio, or music, so that we don’t have to hear whatever it is that comes up when we just stop.

Yesterday’s Lenten challenge was around being out of our comfort zones, being brave. So I started the day by going out in the back garden barefoot for a while and it was intensely cold, but good to do something different. And I began my book. It talks about meditation being “the art of being with yourself” so I think it is going to be just what I need. I hope you also have times when you can enjoy being with your wonderful self.