What is it like to grow up in a household where your parents meditate every day? LAETICIA HERVY shares her experience of a childhood filled with love.
[distance1]I have not known this world without heartful meditation. From the time I was in my mother’s womb and before that, she and my father were meditating. I was born and raised in this atmosphere and I would say that this is truly the greatest gift I could have had.
I often hear stories about how people have found their way to meditation, after trying various practices. When they write something they can say, “Before I started meditation my life was…”, while here I sit thinking, “I have not lived a day without this heart!” But that is the very reason I have something to say.
This softness of the heart emanating from them was the sweet lullaby of my childhood.
I witnessed my parents wake up every morning and sit for meditation, creating a soft and pure atmosphere full of love, in which I had the luck to wake up. This softness of the heart emanating from them was the sweet lullaby of my childhood. The day at home always began and ended with meditation and a prayer. The most important thing my parents taught me during my childhood was to listen to my heart, always. The heart is the guide; it shows us the way.
Meditating on the heart brings light on the path we walk upon. Listening to my heart has given me strength, love and a way back Home. It has given me a purpose to wake up every day, a reason to be what I am now, and one to become better everyday, walking further and further on this beautiful path.
I started meditating myself after a few years. I don’t think I can explain it in words and I won’t allow myself to spoil the beauty of it for you. The only thing I want to say is that it is like an immense thirst that finally receives water. It is like a crying child that finally feels the touch of the mother. It is like a hand that has been waiting to be held and which is finally, softly, but with strength, held with all the love in the world. It is becoming conscious of love, real love, and this gives true meaning to life.
Article by LAETICIA HERVY
