Now I understand why this was called a meditation challenge. This morning I awoke with a migraine. The last one was six months ago, thank goodness. My parents suffered from them, and my brother is debilitated by them. Everything is a challenge with a migraine. I only take medication if the headache is really severe, and this one was a 6. I had an afternoon of teaching ahead of me, and did not want to feel altered from medication.
Stephen Levine once said that “suffering is resistance to what is”. When I sat absolutely still, relaxing every nook and cranny of my being, even the space between the scalp and the skull, then the pain hovered, it did not settle. Even a thought was movement. If I resisted in any way from the reality of the sensation, then I was overtaken by the pain. A migraine is a formidable teacher of mindfulness. I stayed open, present, quiet, and waited. An hour later the monster released my neck and bid me farewell. A whole new level of lovingkindness set in as I gently prepared for my day.
Learning opportunities are now, and now, and now again. Each one a celebration both of what is, when I am fully present, and of what I am becoming, aware, awake, and available to the miracles around me.