 Walking down the hall, I heard screaming at the nurses' station. I recognized the voice--they had been in my Spirituality Group at the inpatient treatment center just a half hour earlier. I kept walking, and found myself face to face with the screamer.
In Spirituality Group I had introduced a body meditation where we stood, placed our feet on the ground, and stretched our arms down, fingers spread, reciting the opening words "I am grounded, my roots go deep." The meditation affirms, in body and words, our own flexibility, resilience, honesty, and letting go of what is not ours to carry. Confronted with the angry group member, I stopped in the middle of the hall. They stopped facing me. Without introduction I planted my feet and stretched my fingers down like roots. They copied me. "I am grounded..." I began. They echoed me. We made it through the whole meditation. They smiled, and continued on their way. We practice tools in the calm so we can draw on them in the storm. Get the practice of ritual under your very skin, so when your mind does not know which way to go your body can carry you in the right direction. Thanks to my seminary prof Rachel Miller Jacobs for this meditation, and for teaching me so many practices that just keep on giving. Check out the full meditation text here!
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