The Oprah Meditation

Ask yourself, "What touches me?" and you have the heart of meditation.  For some people, that's their children.  Others, it's a cat who sleeps on their chest.  There are even some known to shed a tear at NASCAR.

For me, it's a certain Oprah Moment.

I'm taken with the fact that I can hear stories of children being forced to sit on the stairs for hours without anything to eat or natural disaster victims and their pets and not well up.  Of course, I feel compassion, but that's not what opens me to the moment.  Instead, it's the foster parents who give the stair sitters a new home.  The foster mother perches on Oprah's couch with crumpled kleenex and describes the moment at church when she whispered to one of her new sons, "Look around this church.  No one's been through what you've been through."  My eyes fill, not at the sentiment, or with the sight of that one tear sliding down her cheek, but at the basic underlying goodness of everyday people. 

These people touch my core.  As does the neighbor who keeps the flood victim's dog found floating on top of his doghouse.  We viewers know that the owner's dog has drowned.  I cry, not for victim or for the dog--though I'm obsessed with my Jack Russell--but for the decency of a simple neighbor doing a simple good deed.

When others rise to the clarion call of angels, I am filled with the sound through their ears and consider myself blessed.

Posted by Bliss at 5/18/2010 1:31 PM
Categories: spirituality
Tags: meditating
 
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