I was asked to meditate for five minutes on the second chakra (sacral chakra), and then write about it. Here's what happened:
I almost believe I might be overanalyzing this assignment by having my journal entries be in blog format, as I kind of already knew what I wanted to write about before this morning's meditation, but I work better under pressure and I can't help myself. Creativity is a beautiful thing when it just flows, is it not? But is creativity followed by mediation as genuine when you've been thinking about the topic all week? These are questions I don't know the answer to.
(For those at home, the 2nd Chakra is your create/procreate chakra. As someone who has always felt creative, it is a chakra I feel at home in, yet one I want to learn more about. I believe all creative people have messy bedrooms, love cats, and that we all have had our lives hanging by the string of a thread at some point or another. "It's part of the process", right?).
Back to the assignment. Trying to be as genuine as possible and not just write the things I already wanted to write, I decided to set the timer for five minutes and think about the second chakra. I dug through my school binder to look over my notes on the #2 before meditating just so I could be sure of what I was doing, and of course my chakra picture was not there, so I spent the next three minutes thumbing through a tupperware of random papers that I keep under the bed which includes stuff like tax notifications from NY State, magazines, receipts, as well as holiday cards from my friends with kids. I knew the chakra handout was tucked away somewhere between a student loan interest payment notice and a Food and Wine Magazine. Bingo! After reading through the page on the 2nd chakra (imbalances=heart too open, impulsive, etc.), I crossed my legs with my palms opened and the timer going and closed my eyes, I was ready.
Meditation is funny, isn't it? I think I kind of nailed it when I thought I would just peek and see how much time was left. Only three minutes and 34 seconds! This is going well.
I couldn't help but remember the time I had a few drinks and went online and decided to buy eight tickets to the Rollings Stones concert in Florida for my entire family. My dad and his girlfriend, my two brothers, my mom and her boyfriend, and me and a date. How grand it would be to all go on a little vacation in Florida and hear one of the greatest bands of all time play! This $5,000 dollar idea seemed terrific and I placed the order on one of my credit cards at the time.
Also, what a coincidence that I'm so focused on my second chakra while having cramps more metal than the metalist band you can think of (there's a great quiz out there somewhere in Buzzfeed land entitled "How Metal is Your Period?", and I received somewhere near a 65%, which isn't super metal, but I was extremely proud of this for some reason).
I could probably use some work in balancing that second chakra, and I believe running is part of that balance for me--the ability to feel grounded and earth while mobile is extremely soothing. I don't always enjoy running, either; sometimes I hate it, but it seems a necessity. I wonder if race directors are onto this since they always provide so many orange tech tees.
All for now,
Our assignment is to write about our thoughts/experiences relating to the root chakra this week, and this morning I thought, what a great opportunity to write about my cat!
(note: since this is supposed to be a journal entry, I will try super hard not to go back and edit it later, but I can't make any promises).
Have you ever woken up to intense eye contact from your cat? Is it not a little creepy and yet comforting? I'm gonna go ahead and use the pun and say it's only natural that having an animal's presence nearby is a great way to connect with your root chakra. My cat uses me as a piece of furniture/body warmer, and in return, I get the benefit of connecting with my primal nature with my fingers dug into her fur while listening to the comforting clank and hiss of the radiator.
In this space, I am warm, calm, and safe. I am grounded by the sound of Pineapple's purr. It's no wonder that cats are said to be excellent for people who suffer from anxiety and depression. I [tried to] meditate for a few minutes on connecting with this primal side of me. Though physically connected to a grounding force, it wasn't too long before I thought of breakfast, my urge to pee, and when is my roommate going to get out of the bathroom?
I realized that I actually start the majority of my days tapping into my root chakra. 99% of the time, the cat hops onto my tummy and demands snuggles and headbutts (our crown chakras connecting, possibly?) before I need to roll out of bed for my first client of the day. I then take care of basic needs:
There is a reason why they're called "coffee grounds" no doubt, and the more I think about it, coffee is also a great root chakra connector. It has an earthy smell. It awakens you. It makes you human again. In some cases, it has saved lives.
That concludes the journalish part of the blog entry for today, but for the folks at home wanting to know more about the root chakra, check out this link: http://www.chakra-anatomy.com/root-chakra.html.
Stay tuned for Chakra #2!