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Courtney Watson is a Marketing Professional based in Boulder, CO. 

Open Awareness

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Open Awareness

Courtney Watson

Throughout my practice of loving-kindness, I have always seen each meditation as somehow separate from the others. Something that I do for myself, for others, but not connected to anything.

The truth is, when sitting with loving-kindness, with those well wishes for yourself and for all others, you are sitting in that vast open awareness that is the breath, that is the presence of this beautiful life that connects us all.

When you feel that still spot between the in and out-breath, you experience the silent, still space when in meditation, that is loving-kindness.

Metta is the thread that holds us
that reminds us of how interconnected we are to it all.

May your days be filled with joy

May you be well

May you be at ease

May you remember that you are always held by loving-kindness

xx

TEN YEARS LATER
- David Whyte

When the mind is clear
and the surface now still,
now swaying water

slaps against
the rolling kayak

I find myself near darkness
paddling again to Yellow Island.

Every spring wildflowers
cover the grey rocks.

Every year the sea breeze
ruffles the cold and lovely pearls
hidden in the center of the flowers

as if remembering them
by touch alone.

A calm and lonely, trembling beauty
that frightened me in my youth.

Now their loneliness
seems familiar, one small thing
I’ve learned these years,

how to be alone
and at the edge of aloneness
how to be found by the world.

Innocence is what we allow
to be gifted back to us
once we’ve given ourselves away.

There is one world only,
the one to which we gave ourselves
utterly, and which one day

we are blessed to return. xx

TEN YEARS LATER
- David Whyte

When the mind is clear
and the surface now still,
now swaying water

slaps against
the rolling kayak

I find myself near darkness
paddling again to Yellow Island.

Every spring wildflowers
cover the grey rocks.

Every year the sea breeze
ruffles the cold and lovely pearls
hidden in the center of the flowers

as if remembering them
by touch alone.

A calm and lonely, trembling beauty
that frightened me in my youth.

Now their loneliness
seems familiar, on e small thing
I’ve learned these years,

how to be alone
and at the edge of aloneness
how to be found by the world.

Innocence is what we allow
to be gifted back to us
once we’ve given ourselves away.

There is one world only,
the one to which we gave ourselves
utterly, and which one day

we are blessed to return.