Creamsicle Meditation
No more pilgrimage to Machu Picchu. No more chugging droplets of rainbow poison from the spine of an Amazonian frog. No need for a selfie in front of the Great Pyramid or standing with your Druid clan under Glastonbury Tor. If you want to meet Mary Magdalene, you don't have to enter the Grotte de Sainte-Baume, or stroll the beaches of Provence searching for her Gospel in an ancient jar. She is waiting for you in your chest, between rising and falling, flowing out and in. Why fly to the ashram in Bangalore? You'll only meet ten thousand other selves, waving flash-lit iPhones, chanting electric bhajans, worshiping a robe, a beard and a pair of sandals. These journeys are over. That quest was a dream. Now it's time Not To Begin. Stay right here and give yourself a cosmic re-set. Imagine an old-fashioned Creamsicle. Close your eyes, taste it, and say, “Mmmmmmm…” No doing, just slurping...