I like quiet.
That’s no secret.
That’s why I had twin boys.
I also like rainy days.
That’s why I moved to the Sunshine State.
While my decisions don’t always make sense, the older I get, the more I understand about myself.
And if there’s one thing I know, I can’t meditate. It’s not that I can’t quiet my mind. I’m actually very good at thinking about absolutely nothing.
I don’t get anything out of meditation other than maybe some well-needed sleep.
It doesn’t calm me or inspire me. It doesn’t make me feel healthier or more in touch with the secrets of the sphere.
You see, in order to effectively meditate I think you need to transcend the sarcasm level of the brain and I am just not able to move past that.
But I will offer one piece of advice for those of us who are meditation challenged…
maybe you’re not meant to enter into a deeper level of consciousness by someone talking to you or some bowl from a far-off land gonging. Maybe you need something different.
I’ve discovered my ideal morning meditation…I read.
My perfect morning consists of a beverage and a comfy spot on my balcony on a day when the humidity in the air is closer to 70% than 100. I find that as I read my pages, I lapse into a calm that is good for my spirit and so much better than inhaling and exhaling to someone else counting. I also have amazing thoughts and inspiration as I “meditate” to the written word.
Anyway, that’s what works for me.
Have you perfected meditation or are you like me and just don’t get how people stay awake during it?