Waking Up To The Call

I could barely sleep last night. I woke up at 6am from the morbidly invigorating reminder of “You’re going to die soon. Get up and do the thing.” ↠

From this blissful awareness of death infusing itself into the layers of my sleep-to-waking consciousness, I sprung out of bed with pure aliveness, motivation, and energy raging through me, and went straight into an hour of practice. ↠

My mind was BUSY! But the reason I meditate isn’t to train myself to become a celibate Buddhist monk (though I’ve honestly thought about it). I meditate to shift into witness mode, and observe the ephemeral inner workings of my own mind, that belongs to this body I inhabit called Jennifer Tone. I meditate to train myself not to react or attach to my own thoughts; in fact, to not even believe them! Because it firmly grounds me to the paradoxical fact  that there is no inherent meaning to ANYTHING, and by this I am FREE to unhook myself from the story. From all the stories. From creating new ones, too. So this is how I wake up and reset, I take a good look at what’s going on in there and know what I’m working with. ☾✧◈↠