As some of you know I’ve been toying with meditation for a quite a while now with varying levels of success. For those of you who’ve joined me in the challenge, I can reveal that yesterday I identified one of the modern day enemies of meditation, and in the spirit of brotherhood I thought I’d shared it.
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| Thanks ChrisK4u |
Being a night person, the morning sessions have always proved particularly difficult for me. Instead of rising with the sun and fixing my gaze on a meditation object, usually it seems I’ve slept in yet again, and find my eyes glued to the computer screens waiting for the blinding Windows startup screen to come to rest. So evenings are more my thing. But lately even that’s been proving a challenge, take yesterday for example. Trying something different I drove to the beach and sat on a familiar seat ready to join the sun in acknowledging the end of the day. Eyes closed I worked through the usually successful relaxation practice. Breathing in, breathing out, letting go, focusing on just this one moment, nothing else.
‘Hey there’, I heard as a face loomed 6 inches from my nose, ‘remember me?’
‘Yeah, that’s right, Dexter, remember’, he added with a cheeky grin, ‘why haven’t you written about me yet? You said you would last week, and what nothing? I can’t wait forever you know, you’ve been watching the show, you know I’m not the most patient man. Do I need to remind you what I do?’ his half smile taking on a whole new meaning.
‘Hang on, hang on’ interjected another male voice, an older voice this time, ‘just you wait your turn I was next’
‘What? Who the hell are you? tested Dexter.
‘Raimond, Raimond Gaita author of Romulus My Father pleased to meet you’, Raimond explained extending his hand in friendship adding, ‘and she has a really good idea for my piece.’
‘Is that right?’ Dexter replied taking Raimond’s hand and instantly memorizing the contours of the older mans palm.
‘Oh no you don’t guys,’ interjected Dr Fiona Wood, ‘what she learnt from me the other morning was much more important. Oh and by the way Dexter, you’re no threat to me, my new super skin would undo any wounds you were intending in a flash.’
‘That’s right’ echoed Shelley Taylor Smith, ‘Fiona should go first, her message is far more important. By the way have you seen the book we just launched, 50 influential achievers sharing their insights, here let me sign…’.
‘Quite frankly I don’t care who goes first’ interjected Chocolat author Joanne Harris, ‘she’s already done me, I just wish you’d all keep quite so I can finish writing the first draft of Aniceed. Great title by the way, thanks Glennys.’
‘Well get her’ Dexter countered.
It was no good, my mind was drowning in random words and self imposed deadlines.
Blogging, it would seem is the latest modern day enemy to encroach my meditation efforts. There was only one thing for it, I’d have to call in the higher powers, if I left now I could just make it to the meditation centre in time.
15 minutes later, shoeless, seated with a cushion at my back, peace was within reach. The teacher guiding us through the difficult initial stage of closing off the day, my breathing had slowed, my face relaxed, the incessant chatter in my head stopped. Breathing in, breathing out, bliss achieved.
Do do do de do do do. The sounds of a misplaced mobile phone rang out. As the owner fumbled in her bag I was surprised to find that I managed to maintain my composure.
Do do do de do do do. Come on, come on find your phone, my resolve wasn’t that strong, nor my ability for compassion so it seemed.
Do do do de do do do. Hey I know that song. Oh damn what is it? What is it?
Do do do de do do do. Why can’t I place that tune, oh that’s annoying, and I know it really well.
Do do do de do do do. Oh, oh, oh, oh sweet child of mine. That’s it, yes, Sweet Child of Mine, Bon Jovi.
‘Hey Glennys, what about me, you could write about what happened in the carpark during my Perth tour’.
Oh great now Bon Jovi’s shown up.
‘Oh no you don’t’ growled Dexter, and I’m pretty sure I saw the glint of a knife.
That’s it I give up.
