I’ve never been one for
meditation, at least not in the sense that most people imagine it. I don’t take
a specific, regular time every day to find a quiet place and consciously clear or
focus my thoughts. I don’t practice yoga that teaches me to relax my body and calm
my mind. Even when I go to bed at night, my brain is usually spinning with
thoughts until I fall asleep. The rare quiet time I do find is filled with
prayer, which is a form of meditation, but it’s not exactly clearing my mind of
thought.
But every now and then, I do
escape from the busyness of my external and internal worlds. Sometimes it’s
snuggling in my bed, listening to the rain on the roof. Sometimes it’s soaking
in a hot bathtub full of bubbles. Sometimes it’s in front of a crackling
fireplace. Sometimes it’s sitting on the porch, watching the sun rise or set. Sometimes
it’s relaxing next to (or in) the pool. But wherever and whenever it is, it is
my chance to relax my body, and then to relax my mind. And I think that perhaps
I benefit from it all the more because it is rare, and therefore treasured.
In our busy worlds, I think that too few of us (myself
included) don’t take the time to meditate. We don’t give our minds a chance to
rest, a chance to escape from our own hectic thoughts. We rarely focus our
thoughts on only one thing, and most of our thoughts are focused on externals –
things that we need to get done, problems that we need to fix, issues that we
are charged with solving. We rarely give ourselves a mental breather. But our
minds need a break, too.
So for the remainder of Lent, I am going to try to find at
least a few minutes every day to close myself away from the external, to clear
my thoughts, to give my mind a rest, to relax and to focus. To meditate.
Meditate.
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