I’ve always felt that I have very little capacity for visualization of any kind. So I start a practice that invites me to visualize not just one but an expanding bubble of lights with a dim conviction that this exercise can only expose my limitations. Then this morning I relaxed this conviction a bit and felt it would be OK to accept whatever experience showed up. It felt pleasant. A kind of warmth and illumination appeared which easily expanded into five. Behind, above and below, followed easily. While this was happening, it occurred to me that a lighter heart, less intimidated by the idea that I need to do something I can’t do, naturally feels at home with warmth and clarity and brightness.  I didn’t experience anything dramatic, but it gives me a hint that there are windows in this dark room and nothing prevents me from throwing open the curtains. Or perhaps there are no curtains and everything is already bathed in light?
Michael
