Greetings, spectacular humans! How are you? I am feeling quite content right now. It's Saturday evening as I type this, and I'm sitting here blogging with a lovely meal in my immediate future. We ordered Chinese takeout. Because health fanatics, obviously!
Although, I am a little bummed about my lack of wine to wash it down with. I gotta be honest. Oh, well. We can't have everything.
If all goes well, I will be hitting publish on Monday, and I'm sure I'll be over the wine thing by then. All good.
On with the show! Or, you know, the blog post.
Let's talk meditation. Yes, I segued from wine to meditation. As you do.
It's time to join in the fun for Life This Week. This week, the wonderful Denyse, over at Denyse Whelan Blogs , is asking this question:
Meditation: Yay or Nay?
I love this question. I am going to answer it. That's the whole point. Here goes.
Well, my answer would be this: In theory I'm all about the yay when it comes to meditation. But with much more enthusiasm. As in, YAY! Meditation! Except I think you're supposed to be all chilled and zen during the process, so I should probably tone it down a bit.
In pratice, however, I'm afraid my answer would have to be a rather stressed and mournful nay. Sigh.
I WANT to able to meditate. In fact, I DO mediate from time to time. I mean, meditate. (I mediate my boys arguments as well, so that boo boo sort of works...).
Well, I TRY to meditate. But my monkey mind is having none of it. Not one little bit. It wants to tell me I'm dizzy, remind me of dumb things, make me fidget and squirm and just not cooperate in making me feel all floaty and peaceful and calm. Yet another sigh.
Furthermore, I also fail at visualisation exercises. I am meant to be practicing an exercise in which I dump all my thoughts and worries into an imaginary boat and watch them drift away. The thing is, I don't like boats.
I probably should have mentioned that to my shrink. I kind of have a water phobia. Using 'kind of' in the sense of definitely. Therefore, I've only tried to do this exercise once.
It's weird because I'm a chronic daydreamer. I've gone so far as to wonder if I'm what is called a maladaptive daydreamer.
Maybe. There is a strong possibility... Ahem. I can zone out at inconvenient times, but when I try to do it a formal or structured way it doesn't work.
I might be better off trying something like yoga or tai chi,which (I think) is meant to be 'meditation in motion'?
Mickey Blue Eyes was always someone who was scathing about meditation but when he was going through cancer treatment he became a reluctant convert. He reported being able to get into such a relaxed state that he was floating. I figured if someone like him could do it, I should be able to master it. But alas, no luck!
I wonder if, ironically, worrying about the inability to meditate is making me more stressed. I mean, it's supposed to be a relaxing activity, not another thing on a to-do list!
I find reading, listening to music and even patting my dog to be relaxing. Aren't those things good enough? Do I really need to meditate?
There was a time when I thought I'd never be able to cope with panic attacks or sit with uncomfortable feelings and face fear. However, I've managed to do these things in the last few years. I guess having no choice makes you do things you never thought you'd do. So, maybe I'll eventually be able to meditate. I just have to find the right way for me.
In the meantime, it's now Monday and I'm certainly NOT over the wine thing. Pffffft. As if!
What about you?
Do you meditate?
Although, I am a little bummed about my lack of wine to wash it down with. I gotta be honest. Oh, well. We can't have everything.
If all goes well, I will be hitting publish on Monday, and I'm sure I'll be over the wine thing by then. All good.
On with the show! Or, you know, the blog post.
Let's talk meditation. Yes, I segued from wine to meditation. As you do.
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| Except I'm NOT. HMPH! |
It's time to join in the fun for Life This Week. This week, the wonderful Denyse, over at Denyse Whelan Blogs , is asking this question:
Meditation: Yay or Nay?
I love this question. I am going to answer it. That's the whole point. Here goes.
Well, my answer would be this: In theory I'm all about the yay when it comes to meditation. But with much more enthusiasm. As in, YAY! Meditation! Except I think you're supposed to be all chilled and zen during the process, so I should probably tone it down a bit.
In pratice, however, I'm afraid my answer would have to be a rather stressed and mournful nay. Sigh.
I WANT to able to meditate. In fact, I DO mediate from time to time. I mean, meditate. (I mediate my boys arguments as well, so that boo boo sort of works...).
Well, I TRY to meditate. But my monkey mind is having none of it. Not one little bit. It wants to tell me I'm dizzy, remind me of dumb things, make me fidget and squirm and just not cooperate in making me feel all floaty and peaceful and calm. Yet another sigh.
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| Image credit:https://tenor.com/view/zen-shakira-gif-5626538 |
Furthermore, I also fail at visualisation exercises. I am meant to be practicing an exercise in which I dump all my thoughts and worries into an imaginary boat and watch them drift away. The thing is, I don't like boats.
I probably should have mentioned that to my shrink. I kind of have a water phobia. Using 'kind of' in the sense of definitely. Therefore, I've only tried to do this exercise once.
It's weird because I'm a chronic daydreamer. I've gone so far as to wonder if I'm what is called a maladaptive daydreamer.
Maybe. There is a strong possibility... Ahem. I can zone out at inconvenient times, but when I try to do it a formal or structured way it doesn't work.
I might be better off trying something like yoga or tai chi,which (I think) is meant to be 'meditation in motion'?
Mickey Blue Eyes was always someone who was scathing about meditation but when he was going through cancer treatment he became a reluctant convert. He reported being able to get into such a relaxed state that he was floating. I figured if someone like him could do it, I should be able to master it. But alas, no luck!
I wonder if, ironically, worrying about the inability to meditate is making me more stressed. I mean, it's supposed to be a relaxing activity, not another thing on a to-do list!
I find reading, listening to music and even patting my dog to be relaxing. Aren't those things good enough? Do I really need to meditate?
There was a time when I thought I'd never be able to cope with panic attacks or sit with uncomfortable feelings and face fear. However, I've managed to do these things in the last few years. I guess having no choice makes you do things you never thought you'd do. So, maybe I'll eventually be able to meditate. I just have to find the right way for me.
In the meantime, it's now Monday and I'm certainly NOT over the wine thing. Pffffft. As if!
What about you?
Do you meditate?
