over you, no really I mean it

On my drive to Zen's house my mind drifted to camping and how all my friends were doing at camping (I stayed home this year and am watching Zen's birdies and condo). I thought of my favorite camping experiences on our group trips and what came to mind is a time when I was in the arms of my boyfriend (now ex) who was leaning up against an old washed up log. It was dusk and we looked out over a lake through a few trees. It felt as if we were the only ones in the world. Life was serene and as it should be: no stress, no pressure - just peace. He suggested we meditate and chant out loud Om. I have always been self consious but I agreed since it felt so safe in his arms and so perfect. I focused on the word, then the tones of our voices as they melded together...as his deep om trailed off my higher pitched om begain and so on. It was truly beautiful.........

And then he stopped me and told me I was doing too much mmm in my om and it should be more on the oooo part.

As I was driving today I laughed out loud at remembering this. I realize how ridiculous that is. To tell someone they are meditating wrong. It is ludicris. I smile even now typing. It is amazing the people we accept in our lives when we are hurt, lonely, and run by fear and insecurity (though they all are basically the same emotion). There are some crazy people in this world!

With the laughter I realized I am over him, and I really mean it.