Recently I began meditating. I’ve read about Buddhist and other religious-based meditation. I disagree with the vast majority of the religious/philosophical beliefs and assumptions about the human condition but the act of meditation itself resonates to the deepest corners of my consciousness.
Meditation is one of my most effective tools for calming anxiety about things over which I have no control. There’s something about just being in the moment, letting go of the what ifs and if onlys that is so freeing. My natural state is to analyze everything around me at all times. You may notice me sitting quietly in the corner sipping tea and observing the extroverts among us. Listen closely, though, and one just may hear the whirring of my mind as I compose a poem, wonder how we’d cook, bathe, or keep the floors clean if the house suddenly turned upside-down and everyone had to walk on what had formerly been the ceiling, or ponder the hologram that is our universe. There’s nothing wrong with any of this – it’s just how I naturally function.
At times it is necessary to turn my thought processes off for a time and live in the moment. Breathe in, breathe out. Nothing in the world exists for that time other than a beating heart, slow breaths. I’m so new to meditation that I don’t have anything pithy or profound to say about it other than it’s working.