A wannabe blues and standards singer, (too white and uptight), I've had Billie and Ella tunes in my inner ipod for as long I remember, with no memory of having learned them.
This year began for me at the solstice when I slipped into a dark night, or was pushed there, by a cluster of circumstances, none tragic, but all resonating to the secret "you're powerless" cell in the back of my brain.
I began the commitment early, meditating for twenty minutes each day, as the most productive thing I've been capable of for weeks. Listening within and then finding words for what I hear is my first practice, but words have failed me–or I them—
On the third day, I did find these words—or they found me
Awareness of god glimmer sitting meditation in the front room in
the after-grandsons-have-gone-to-school quiet, 7:15 a.m
On the fifth:
If I am not less depressed I am at least more capable of seeing the depression as opposed to being it.
I am grateful for the structure of this Real Happiness challenge, and for the community gathered to participate.