I have a cold and yet I am ever joyous to rise and practice sitting meditation.
Yesterday after two days in bed I had a unique experience. I was the 'singing bowl'.
It was as if my layers were rearranged and permeable. At the first 'hum' the music sped right into me! I was the bowl..Today after another day of being down... I woke to sit and started the music I sit to. Each note from the singing bowl took root in a part of my body. The belly, back of the heart, throat, ear canals and front heart, then trunk. I was being played like a xylophone.
A very nice beginning today and unique for me.