Sunday, November 2, 2014
I've taken a mindfulness meditation challenge with a great group here in Los Angeles called Insight LA. I've sort of pledged to sit -- to meditate -- twice a day for 15-30 minutes. I say "sort of" because I balk at the "challenge" wording, the pledging, all that jazz. I should probably meditate on my resistance to certain types of language. This morning, though, I set my little timer that begins and ends with a gong (a beautiful, resonant sound) and did it. I haven't been formally practicing of late, although I would say that mindfulness meditation is so much a part of my life that I'm aware of it nearly always. The act of sitting quietly and paying attention to breath, to watching the mind wander and then gently bringing it back to breath -- well -- it's an experience or a way of being like no other. This morning, when the gong went off, I lay back down in my bed and fell asleep for three more hours, and during that sleep I dreamt vividly, something else I haven't done in so long I really can't remember. Fall. Fall back.