I shared this story during my recent meditation retreat with Bali Usada.
I am not the best meditator I know (whatever “best” in this sense might mean). I am not the most diligent, nor am I the most focused. I don’t really have any so-called miraculous spiritual experiences during meditation that I can share with you. I don’t have any miracle stories to tell about my meditation.
My miracle, is my life. Or rather, my life itself is a miracle to me.
I have just been in a week long silent meditation retreat with Bali Usada health meditation. It was remarkable. I shall write about this later. But I want to say this.
During the last moments of the retreat, the last minutes before we left the house, I went up to the meditation room again. No one asked me to do so. No one was even there. I went up. I sat at what used to be my spot. I closed my eyes and went into silence. I said praise.
I went there and sat to offer gratitude. I went there and sat out of gratitude. There was no other intention, nor there was any other cause. I just wanted to say thanks. It was truly, a moment of pure gratitude. It was a beautiful feeling. Nothing but gratitude.
During the past three months, there was one thought that kept going through my mind: is it time for me to leave Jakarta and move somewhere else? Is it time to move on?
One misty morning in Baturiti, Bali, as the sun shyly making her first appearance of the day, there was a child walking by himself to school.
My gaze followed his every step. I wonder what was so attractive to me about this child in school uniform walking to school.