Today, 6 B’atz invites us to weave the threads of life in colorful alignment, create with joy and playfulness, and recognize that we are supported by ideal conditions as we craft the unique pattern of our lives.
Guided Meditation for 6 B’atz
Close your eyes and imagine yourself sitting at a loom. Before you are threads in every color. Red for passion, blue for sadness, gold for joy, black for grief, green for growth, white for peace. Each thread can represent a part of your life, a choice, a relationship, or a memory. Begin to weave. Notice how the colors interact, beauty emerges from the combination of light and dark, and the pattern reveals itself slowly. You don’t need to know what the final tapestry will look like. Simply weave with love, attention, and humor. Know that you are creating something beautiful.
I remember being mesmerized by rows of corn growing in a field.
I remember a long gravel driveway down which I rode my tricycle.
I remember feeling like a purple unicorn when I learned to ride a bike.
I remember dancing to Teddy Bear by Elvis Presley and Straight Up by Paula Abdul.
I remember milk cartons, pay phones, collecting ticket stubs from the movie theater, and recording songs off the radio to make mix tapes.
I remember playing Mah Jong, dominoes, trivial pursuit and Mario cart marathons.
I remember the freedom of being 16 and getting a driver’s license.
I remember the fear of adulthood.
I remember the view from my UT dorm room window onto the courtyard below.
I remember napping in the big armchairs of a sunlit building on campus.
I remember longing to leave Texas for so long.
I remember the joyful utopia and newness of living in California.
I remember the Redwoods.
I remember walking alone on Ocean Beach.
I remember crawling back to Austin on bloodied knees.
I remember feeling ashamed and a failure.
I remember floating six thousand miles up into the cosmos.
I remember my first day as a third grade classroom teacher.
I remember my little cottage on South First Street.
I remember shaving my head on a whim after a kundalini workshop.
I remember accepting the job at Colegio Americano de Guatemala and immediately getting violently ill.
I remember landing in Guatemala for the first time and the airplane passengers erupting into applause.
I remember first seeing Lake Atitlan from a distance before knowing her name.
I remember falling in love with the lazy moonlight.
I remember making love in a tiny kitchen when my daughter was conceived.
I remember the strong mixture of fear and bliss around becoming a mother.
I remember her face when she was born.
I remember the speed bumps.
I remember the starry night sky.
I remember the white baby hammock where she slept.
I remember my noble black cat adjusting to his new baby sister.
I remember trips to the black sand beaches.
I remember treading water in our secret bay.
I remember meditating on the balcony at dawn.
I remember filling notebooks with endless multicolored entries, lists, ideas, poems, and plans.
I remember staring into the fire and watching it swirl and spin.
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