During meditation this morning I started to focus on what it feels like to meditate. How the process starts, progresses up to that point where I’ve quieted down enough to lessen my loss of focus and just be there. Then, where is there?
As I start the process of slowing down I notice my mind racing with a million images and thoughts that accompany them, as though I’m in the middle of a collage as it’s being constructed. It takes effort to focus on the breath – starting with my nose and then migrating to the abdomen where I can feel breathing in and breathing out. Immediately, an image catches my attention and steals focus until I’m aware of gently re-guiding awareness back to the breath. Then to hearing. Then to breath and hearing as those two senses start to dominate.
Notice the blood coursing through my hands and now my feet. Listen to my heartbeat while I become comfortable residing inside the body and not out.
Outside starts to drift away while the world inside looms large, growing more peaceful with each breath. I notice a slight smile on my face while my tongue hugs the roof of my mouth. Distraction comes and goes, more going than coming. Peace settles within and my body rests contentedly.
And then I’m there. Here. Aware of the quiet. Aware of sounds. Aware of breath. Aware of spaciousness. Inside. Not at all outside.
And your meditation experience?
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Wow, thanks for this! The pix were great, but the narrative really helps me. I need to meditate more. I always feel like a squirrel monkey without it, but still don’t do it enough. Your post is motivating.
when I’m really busy it’s difficult to make the time to get quiet. But when I allow the time for the quiet to grow, it’s difficult to join the outside world again. I’m a recovering type A with ongoing tendencies in that direction. So it helps me settle down and relinquish control