I remember, when I wanted to get into meditation, that I read on a blog that beginners should focus on candles while concentrating on the mind. For a while I used an LED candle to facilitate this source of focus and relaxation. The candle was placed on my bed rest, underneath a crack in the wall of my bedroom. Over the days and weeks, the crack in the wall became my source of peace.
I no longer use the candle, when I meditate, it’s just me and the crack in the wall. It’s a shallow gash in the thick paint globed onto the wall. I breathe slowly, and exhale into the gash. Through the crack in the wall all air leaves the room, and I’m left in a vacuum. I gasp for air.
At the end of meditation, I lean against the wall and stare into the crack in the wall. I talk to it, and hide my everything inside of it. The wall creaks and cracks, stretching to its limits, bursting with my secrets. Like this blog, and my diary, and my friends and family, like anybody I can talk to, the crack in the wall helps lift the weight of my consciousness.