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Day 10 of the 30 day meditation challenge. Chant, SoHum.


So what is a blog?  My definition of a blog, is that it is taking life's experiences and sharing them with people.  We all find information everywhere and in every situation we are in, then we turn to our family members or friends and share the experience.  To me a blog is pretty much the same, except that you are hoping to reach a broader audience and maybe help someone in the long term. 


For the last ten days I have been doing the 30 day meditation challenge for beginner's.  It is hosted by J Bittersweet on Youtube.  I was looking for a different meditation, but then poof, there it was and it has been the best experience, because now I am learning how to meditate without falling asleep, along with gathering information about meditations.  That said, each day I was excited about the meditation, but this morning, well...not so much.  I did learn something from this experience and that is what I am going to share, since the meditation is a simple one.


So, meditation exercise first.  This mediation requires you to sit up, with a relaxed, but straight spine.  Do your relaxation breathing and when you feel peaceful, begin the chant SoHum.  Breathe in So, breathe out Hum.  You can do this in your mind, or when you exhale, breathe out humming, "hum".  Repeat this for several minutes to start.  Going forward you can do this chant to center or balance yourself, clearing your mind of unnecessary clutter, or negative thoughts.  I agree with J Bittersweet. This is an excellent meditation for beginner's, of course I didn't realize that until I did it the second time today.


As I mentioned earlier, I was skeptical about this meditation.  I am not a hummer, or a chanter, I just like to breathe in and out to relax.  However,  I realized I didn't like this one at first, because I was worried someone would hear me humming.  I allowed a fear in, so I didn't listen closely enough.  As mentioned above, the meditation's exhale of 'Hum' can be done verbally or in the mind.  Needless to say, at some point in my day today, I acted like a feral cat trapped in a corner and I came out emotionally swinging.  I was not only out of balance, but I wasn't in touch with who I am really am, so at lunch, I tried the meditation again.  This time it worked. I cleared my mind, I relaxed and I began to understand that there are more important things in life than worrying about what other people think and by that I mean, I hummed.  I didn't do this for the entire meditation, but I did it off and on and it helped.


I was told once that even if we forget a memory, our body remembers and apparently so do our emotions.  All week, while it was been a good one, I have felt a little off center and today I realized why.  This weekend will be a year since my mama's funeral.  I know she passed away a year ago last month, but her funeral felt final, it made her death that much more real and while I didn't think it would affect me, apparently this is something normal.  Once I understood the problem I was able to handle it correctly, which for me was slipping into a tranquil state and facing the pain head on.  Once I did this, everything seemed to make sense again and hurt less.  I became less hyper-sensitive and I acted more like a house broken human being, instead of one raised by wolves.


That being said, don't be so hard on yourself, like I have a tendency to do.  No one is perfect and we are all working to achieve our best selves, but if you beat yourself up, you're just going to be hindering yourself, instead of helping yourself.


Until tomorrow...Become the person you were meant to be. Never be afraid of what someone thinks about you. Love yourself completely.



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