What a great night I had last night. A dozen or so individuals gathered in my circle for close to an all night meditation. I had an opportunity to listen to many peoples process as we periodically shared together. I was struck with how different we all seem to be in the way we approach our own personal silent continuous perceptions.

Some conjured images and healing settings. Others worked with their imaginary world of spirits and helpers. One man spent the night trying to contact his long deceased mother, with no avail.

At one point, I was sitting considering the various strategies being employed around me by my companions. The thought came to me, “do I dare address the tense and anxious tightness in my belly.” I did dare, and I approached it in my own way. I had the courage to let everything be the way that it was, without trying to manipulate it. The sounds of the insects, the ocean waves and the wind became intensely beautiful. The feeling of the air and the slight mist were added to the mix. Hours passed with nothing but a quiet appreciation of all of the sounds, smells and feelings. It occurred to me that that was the peace that passeth all understanding. I had a real experience of the metaphor of sitting in the back seat and enjoying the ride. Nothing to do with the driving. Just busy taking in as much of the view as I could manage.