It was a little thing. Sometime ago, Susan Piver announced the offering of Practitioner Level on the Open Heart Project allowing folks to kick up a notch in their meditation practice. I thought to myself, Golly. I'd like to go on to the next level.
I looked at the practice outline provided which included daily e-mails, a book club, membership forum, a virtual meditation retreat, webinars, check-in conference calls and a 7-day end-of-year mini retreat . . . and then I saw the bottom line. Oh well. Well outside the budget at this time.
Ah, but wait! Scholarships were being offered! So I sent an e-mail asking to be included on the list for scholarships and then set about the business of Waiting. Which I don't do very well at.
So, in the meantime . . .
I went through my house to find the first book on the Book Club list acquired 20 years ago but never read. Back story on that here . . .
I read said book for the first time through delighting in many new interesting perceptions . . .
A folder was created in my e-mail account just for all things related to the Open Heart Project . . .
And, just in case, because I'm not the very best at Waiting, I e-mailed Susan again about finding the book, how I was enjoying it and PLEASE included me on the scholarship list . . .
My mind and heart created a space, a container, for something I desired. That space was filled. Like water in an empty chalice. Like seeds in the furrow. Like dust bunnies under the couch. I made the container specifically for participation in the Open Heart Project Practitioner Level and the e-mail arrived this morning informing me of an awarded scholarship. Cool beans!
I guess it's the best magic there is . . . Making Space.