In choosing a shape for a seated meditation* I always begin with the same question:…
A simple meditation inspired by the Winter Solstice and Margaret Atwood’s Solstice Poem.
This is the solstice, the still point
of the sun, its cusp and midnight,
the year’s threshold
and unlocking, where the past
lets go of and becomes the future;
the place of caught breath, the door
of a vanished house left ajar.
- Gently soften eyes, closing if that feels good. Give yourself time to settle into your body, letting go of what has come to pass and is passing.
- When you feel ready, begin to soften into the space around you as you further soften into your body. Can you sense any points of stillness? What do they feel and sound like?
- Allowing yourself to be nourished by stillness, gently bring your natural breathing rhythm into awareness. Explore savoring the top of your inhales, the cusps of your breath. May you also linger with the bottom of exhales, the midnights of your breath.
- Spend your final moments resting with the darkness and quiet of winter, feeling into that which is becoming the future.