There is the initial awakening to a day unexplored–full of possibilities–there is waking to the final awareness of the day, sleep. Day or night, the energy of being is its own clarity.
It is like a river, sometimes rushing but other times, meandering to the sea. Every day, I put in my boat and set my oar. How hard I row or whether I row at all depends on the energy of the day. But always there is a current.
The meditative state is my compass.
Bringing it into the energy of the day sounds more like a goal than an eventuality. It takes practice. Meditation is more than measured minutes–it is a state of being.
When I meet rapids, the meditative state allows me a momentary pause for a nanosecond of objectivity, and sometimes, that will shoot me through.
Other times, I crash upon the rocks and get soaking wet. I have built many boats and no doubt, I will build many more.
Bringing the meditative state into my day gives me confidence, whether I am building a boat or have managed to ride the rapids. Less and less do I push through rapids best left to others.
I remove my boat and walk around.