My days were getting chaotic.
The kids have been out of school.
They are bored with beaches, the pool and bike riding.
I was getting impatient.
What’s a girl to do?
Paint!
Just as the Dalai Lama has said, the busier he is the more he meditates.
Painting has become a kind of meditation for me.
I turn on some classical music, and I allow my intuition to guide me to what to paint, what colors to use and for how long.
I let go of any frustration. Any distractions and simply allow myself the calming energy of just being in that moment.
Maybe it’s because I secretly wished I could spend 40 days under a tree meditating to find some peace, I decided to paint Buddha.
It is my first attempt at it, however, I contemplated Buddha’s life as I did it.
Leaving his life of privilege, his wife and son, he set out on a journey to find the meaning of life and, well, as we know, he found it and thousands of years later, we are learning to incorporate his teachings in a life very different from the one he knew.
As I contemplated further, I became aware of the peace within me.
My boys were still playing trains on the floor. The weedwackers were still running outside. My phone was still buzzing and vibrating as text messages and emails rolled in, however, as I honed in on my painting and the next color I’d choose, I found myself at peace….
…the very God quality I have been affirming for myself for weeks now…
…and there I was….in peace. I mean, really in peace.
for 40 days to find the meaning of life, it comes to me in those moments when I do