Meditation: The Beauty of the Baskets

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Relax. Simply relax.

Letting go of

All the tension 

In your muscles,

And any aches and pains.

Just let them go.

LONG PAUSE

Take a deep breath,

A cleansing, purifying breath,

A breath that releases tension,

And brings calm to you.

LONG PAUSE

Now, imagine if you can,

Sitting on the ground,

With a beautiful, statuesque

older woman.

PAUSE

The woman has hair,

Braided in mazes,

On top of her head.

Her eyes are like shiny onyx,

And her skin glows,

In the sun. 

PAUSE

Together, you sit cross-legged on the ground.

The woman weaves a basket

With black, brown and golden strands.

PAUSE

Several minutes pass in silence.

Then the woman,

Shows you the basket,

With a magnificent spider design woven into it.

“The spider knows balance,” she says.

“Close your eyes, breathe,

And feel balance in your life.”

PAUSE

After a moment,

You feel a calmness,

A centeredness,

A balance,

Like the nimble spider.

The woman smiles.

PAUSE

The woman sets the

Spider basket aside,

And takes out another basket.

After weaving for a few minutes,

She shows you a basket with 

a beautiful flower design.

PAUSE

She gives you the basket to hold,

And you run your fingers

over the strands. 

They’re surprisingly soft.

PAUSE

After moments of silence,

The basket weaver speaks again.

“The flower knows natural beauty,” she says.

“Close your eyes, breathe,

“And see your natural beauty.”

PAUSE

After a moment of closing your eyes,

And going inward,

You see light around yourself,

Light that shines from the inside out.

And you recognize and embrace

Your natural beauty.

The woman smiles.

PAUSE

The woman sets the flower basket aside,

And reaches for another.

This basket is different, though.

It is completed, but

there are no colors, 

no designs.

Just simple golden strands.

PAUSE

After a moment,

The woman speaks.

“This basket carries food,

Nourishment for our people.

It understands what the

Self needs to sustain.”

PAUSE

Holding the basket,

You close your eyes

And are flooded 

With images of ways 

To care for yourself. 

Ways you’ve either ignored

or not known.

PAUSE

As you open your eyes,

The basket changes.

Designs of spiders, flowers,

Houses, trees, patterns, and more,

Appear on the basket.

PAUSE

After a moment,

The basket weaver speaks.

“The basket is yours,” she says.

“It will come with you always.

When you need to care for yourself,

Just look into it.

What you need will appear.”

PAUSE

Imagine, gingerly, running your fingers

Over the designs,

Knowing that they were created

Just for you.

Knowing that they hold the keys

To your well-being.

PAUSE

Now, envision closing your eyes again, 

Breathing deeply, peacefully,

And seeing the basket

Weave its way into your consciousness,

So it is there,

With its contents,

Whenever you need or want it.

NAMASTE, BEAUTIFUL