There is not doubt that people eye me very suspiciously these days. When I tell people you meditate the first thing that bursts from their mouth is “I could never do it”. After the initial “not for me”, they wonder why I do.
I’m in my second month of a three-month challenge to meditate thirty hours a month. I’m doing it as part of the prerequisite to a meditation guide-training course. That’s the on the ground, daily life reason. But really, why? When I have a never ending ‘to do’ list’, why would I ‘waste’ time sitting?
To squeeze or not to squeeze.
These days I notice that a benefit of my meditation practice is less squeeze. At any moment, I could start to worry. There is no shortage of personal things to worry about, or worldly crisis. In fact, isn’t there something wrong with a person who isn’t worried right now?
But I’m not always worrying. I have the fear filled thought, but I just don’t always think it very long. I don’t need to repress the thought. I just chose not to think about it. I let the thought go. I come back to right here, right now.
I squeeze myself less. I don’t spend so much time in the vice grip of what if, or why did I.
Why do I meditate? It has taught me to see my world, when I’m not staring at a wall.
Miksang is a dharma art I practice. The pictures in this post are from that practice. What do you see?