Late on a Saturday night (330 am), I awoke to find myself in the somewhat familiar place of sensitivity, pain and insight. I had the days events replaying, and especially the frenetic energetic face and actions of my artist friend MS. He was talking to me and gesturing over and over and I felt the energy inside me recoil.
Then I remembered mugwort tea. So I decided to make some and so indulged. After drinking it, I laid back down and was almost immediately in its grasp. I was directed to go to that place of focus. Only this time it was a place of stillness. This place can be in an area behind my heart, and the base of my brain, at the back or my skull, in my tailbone. It can be almost in any inner or outer body part. However this time, it was at the back of my throat.
When my presence settled down at the back of my throat, it was showing me that I could rest there, while it sped up the thoughts and environment around me. This silent quiet place of me was still, but it was like sitting next to a fast moving spring, and instead of water, the moving parts were the memories, thoughts and visions of earlier in the day and other events. It said that this skill would be useful as I may encounter difficulties at the end of May.
I continued to rest in this slowly moving place during the morning meditations.
