Hi Friends!
Last night was the full moon. Normally we’d have hung out on Zoom, but since I’m off teaching and cavorting in the Hudson Valley… no Moonlit Sit!
Instead, me,
, and walked down to the lake after dark and sat on the beach, practicing in awe under a huge blood-orange moon (smoke from the wildfires giving strange-beautiful apocalyptic vibes maybe?). I got devoured by mosquitoes, but was a (mostly) willing blood donor. My dana to the ecosystem for the incredible show.
To make up for our missed sesh, here’s a guided practice I recorded at the Consciousness Explorers Club this past April. I’ll be guiding a similar one this afternoon for the folks here on retreat, so this way, we’re all in cahoots, wherever we are.
This meditation, one I call The Ecology of Being, is an invitation to experience yourself less like a rigid thing (a fixed and lonely me-inside-here) and more like an alive place. A forest. A constellation. A collaborative unfolding.
It flows with this month’s theme: The Wisdom of Spaciousness, the fifth in our ongoing exploration of the Buddhist psychological framework of wisdom qualities.
Here, the flavor of awareness is one of basic spaciousness.
Not space like “nothingness.” Space like everythingness.
We ease into being the wide open field where all experience arises, plays, and dissolves, including your sense of being a separate, unchanging “me.”
This meditation is an experiential portal into that:
We begin by softening the body, especially the face, where most of us tighten our sense of “me-ness”.
Then we let curiosity flow into the body’s interconnectedness: the breath, the cells, the gut bacteria partying in our bellies.
Next we turn to the web of impressions that shape your sense of self. We ask (with reverence and irreverence), “WTF am I even made of?!”
It’s a little silly, a little sacred, and a lot spacious relief. Connecting you to the weird, beautiful magic of being alive.
Press play, get comfy, and let the boundaries blur into wonderment. Then hop into the comments to share what wild insights floated up in awareness.
Until next week, may you find practice in whatever random, serendipitous spaces you land in. ✨
❤️ Lama Tasha
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