Here is this morning appearance as I was practicing. I set out to let go of all thoughts and be in God’s presence, and so I went to that time-honored practice of returning to the breath. I noticed, however, that I wasn’t letting go of my thoughts because the following thought kept coming up: “You are not feeling your breath, you are thinking about it.” And then, a miracle happened. I stopped thinking, well at least I ‘think’ that’s what happened. For a while I wasn’t thinking, I was practicing meditation. At least that’s what I thought had happened after I started thinking again. The miracle was a feeling of peace and oneness with the Holy.
Don’t be concerned if you don’t understand what I have just written. Perhaps if you don’t think about it, you’ll know what I’ve said, perhaps you’ll intuit my point, my blah, blah, blah.