“Let’s get God on the field,” she said to the cats. That is what her teacher, Barbara, had always said at the beginning of a meditation class. “Let’s get God on the field.” It wasn’t that God was ever not “on the field” but rather that Suze’s mind was too much on the field and Suze knew that Simple Breath could help her to quiet the chatter of her mind.
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It was a disappointment. Great Aunt Suze had wanted the snow so much. It was a reason to stay in, work on some of her “inside” projects, be quiet, let the white dusting of snow cover her bits of lawn and the garden. She had really looked forward to it. But when she opened her blinds this morning, nothing but wet.
Read MoreGreat Aunt Suze loved her name. She loved that the kids had figured out that her initials were GAS. Too funny, and even better that the kids thought she didn’t know.
Years ago, she had started to write. Her close friends knew she had quiet time in the morning. That’s what she called it. Quiet time. And they knew she meditated, but they didn’t know she was a writer.
Suze became stronger in her writing and discovered that she was enjoying it enough that she didn’t need additional support for her writing. It wasn’t like she needed to belong to a writing gym, where someone would tell her to write more, write higher, write faster, or even that she was doing a good job. She began with 30 minutes of writing, this was years ago, and found that these days she was writing for longer and longer chunks of time every day.
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