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Meditation Challenge

Today is day 1 of the Oprah and Deepak Chopra 21 Day Meditation Challenge.  I am thinking I will use my morning time to try this out.  I already sit outside each morning and the introduction and meditation total 15 minutes.  Practicing for 21 days should help me get better at it, and I can do it on my phone so there should be no excuses about not having my lap top. 

The major theme is about the miracle of relationships--know thyself---before you can know others is week one.  Today was about being open to miracles...connecting with the universe...understanding that miracles are not necessarily rare, grand gestures but exist in everyday things. 

Over at The Linden Tree Isle my new friend Lyndsay writes about this.  It is something she and I have both had moments of revelation about so I hope these next 3 weeks will allow me to build on this.  Maybe Lyndsay will join me. Who knows.  It might not be her thing and she already has a good start!

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  1. Lyndsay5 August 2013 at 06:23

    I have to confess that I did geek out just a little bit when I read this. I feel so official now that a fellow blogger has linked to my blog!! :)

    I can't follow the Oprah link with my work computer, but I will check it out later.

    Honestly, I've never been one to meditate. For some reason I have always thought it was "flaky" and a little too "mystic".....I am a recovering judgmental jerk--remember? I'm more open to it now. I think it is beautiful expression of lettig go, opening up, and listening. The Bible does talk about meditation afterall. So I think that I should set aside ten or fifteen minutes everyday to do so.
    I read this blog post recently and loved it (I discovered Heather through Glennon).

    http://soberboots.com/2012/07/04/open-your-soul-wide-and-say-ah/

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