Anchored

Anchored

The anchor sits at the base of the ocean. It is calm and quiet down there, despite all the activity on the surface. Turbulent waves and strong winds combine and water splashes across my face. Unrelenting. 

The information overload, the constant barrage of expectation to adapt. Yet I am anchored. Anchored in my simplest form of awareness, my simplest state of Being. 

Vedic Meditation. 

A practice that brings me back to Self. When the world creates turbulence on the surface, I transcend. I anchor to Self. To simplicity. I anchor to stability, naturalness and love. It is blissful. No division, no separation. No fear, no agenda. Just simple, natural, innocence. 

No matter what is happening on the surface of the ocean, I remain anchored to this State.